Give me the unsweetened shredded whole wheat in a bowl of skim. The kind of cereal that used to prompt neighing noises from us kids whenever Mom ate it. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
You know you are middle aged when ...
You start choosing bran-enriched cereals over good-tasting cereals. I periodically try to recapture my youth by wolfing down a bowl of froot loops, like a modern-day Ponce de Leon. I always regret the chalky film that coats each of my teeth. The Lemon Pledge aftertaste. The raw roof of my mouth. The knowledge that 'froot' is nothing more than a mix of 18-lettered ingredients combined in an unnatural freezing and flash superheating process in an unmarked, windowless warehouse on the New Jersey Turnpike.
Give me the unsweetened shredded whole wheat in a bowl of skim. The kind of cereal that used to prompt neighing noises from us kids whenever Mom ate it. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Give me the unsweetened shredded whole wheat in a bowl of skim. The kind of cereal that used to prompt neighing noises from us kids whenever Mom ate it. She knew exactly what she was doing.
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