Snap, Crackle, Pop

I had Rice Krispies for breakfast. I didn't eat cereal when I was a kid; I didn't grow up with it. My mom made eggs and bacon and toast most mornings that I can remember. One of my sisters was allergic to milk, and we never really had it around. I never got in the habit of drinking milk, and don't now. I do remember my brother eating cereal in the mornings when he was probably in junior high, but by that time I was getting ready to move out and didn't pay a lot of attention.

Most mornings I take a carton of yogurt and a baggie full of low-fat granola to work and mix them, and that's my breakfast. Once or twice a week, if I'm running late or am especially hungry, I'll drive through McDonald's for a bagel sandwich, but I try not to do that very often.

I like the Special K with the "red berries:" dehydrated strawberries that I find amazingly good, but I read in someone else's blog the other day that they thought were disgusting. To each his own, I guess. I'm sure now that I've expressed my love for them, they'll disappear off the shelves . . .

I also like "Just Right," which comes in two varieties. I only like one. There's a fruit and nut, I think--that's not the one. It's something like "nutty clusters." I also like Post's Cranberry Almond Crunch. I'm a serial cerealist--I buy boxes of cereal one at a time. I don't eat it often enough to buy more than one kind, it takes me awhile to get through a box. So buying a new box is kind of an adventure--I get to choose what kind to buy.

Last weekend I was walking down the cereal aisle at Target, and Rice Krispies caught my eye, and sounded good, so that's what I bought. Along with a few bananas, because they complement the Rice Krispies so well. This morning, with a banana sliced on top, and a sprinkle of sugar from my grandmother's old cocoa jar (just a glass jar with a screw-on metal lid, but I remember that she kept cocoa in it; I keep sugar in it), and with a glass of pineapple-orange juice, Snap Crackle and Pop was just right.

I was looking around at various cereal company sites, trying to figure out what that cranberry cereal was called without actually getting up out of my chair and going to see if I had a box of it in the pantry (I don't think I do, anyway), and resorted to a search engine, searching for one of those cereal rating sites. I ran across a Brunching Shuttlecocks cereal rating page, and then kept looking around, and found this: Aspects of the Future Circa 1953.

Flying cars and the future are synonymous. That's how we know it's not the future yet: there are no flying cars in mass production.

I still love the whole 50's science fiction vision of the future. I loved the Jetsons. Still do. I never thought that I'd be living in space, in a turquoise and pink smooth plastic house with a bubble, but yeah, I suppose I thought that by now we'd having flying cars, at least.