| The Great Cereal Blog (part 2) |
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| Written by Ross Cavins | ||||||
| Monday, 25 February 2008 | ||||||
 I don't look this gay. Remember when you were a kid and it was a big deal to go to the grocery store? Do you recall why it meant so much to you? Did it by any chance have anything to do with the venerated cereal aisle? Trapezoidal. Circular. Flaky. Woven.  Cereal Yum. Cereal that talked to you, popped and crackled and snapped its approval. Cereal that sang its sweet tune from the kitchen to your bedroom, enticing you to rise from the warm grogginess of your covers and face the day. Cereal that offered you essential vitamins and whole grains and promises of a well-balanced breakfast. Intricate little prizes of molded plastic, toys that pushed the imagination, secret rings of invincibility. Maps and puzzles and trivia on the back. Mail-in offers on the side that cost three box tops plus $1.99 shipping and handling. Read the box while you slurp up milk and crunch your way through the foggy morning, building boundless energy through carbs and sugar and pure youthful vigor. Ah, the magnificent cereal of my youth, you will always have a place close to my heart.
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