It’s only when you start living with someone that you find out that something that might appear perfectly normal to you, might look weird to someone else.
With my partner and me, one of those things is cereal.
My partner typically eats cereal in the morning as many people do. But for myself, any time is cereal time.
However, I had no idea that my way of consuming this crunchy goodness later in the day would raise eyebrows in the way that it did.
It was when I confessed to him that I rarely ate cereal before noon that I seemed to truly go… against the grain.
The reality is that while I was growing up, the health food store was a regular stop on our weekly errands, long before health food stores gained the popularity that they attract today.
On grocery day, it didn’t matter how many cereal commercials I could quote from my Saturday morning cartoons “as part of a balanced breakfast”, brown eggs, yogurt and protein shakes were the preferred breakfast options in our household. Continue reading
They say that in life, you need goals, right?
It’s not that I lack ambition, but some days, just getting the perfect piece of toast is a major achievement.
It’s like a duel between me and the toaster. It’s like Wile E. Coyote versus the Road Runner… and this is from someone who doesn’t really have a competitive streak.
It really boils down to choosing the correct setting number on the toaster, based on the type of bread that I am using on that particular day. Given the variables involved, some days I feel like I am playing the “Safe Cracker” game on The Price is Right.
When I correctly choose the setting number and out comes a perfect piece of toast, I feel like Rocky in that scene when he successfully runs up that staircase at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
When I don’t get the right setting, the overcooked, petrified toast makes me feel defeated like Charlie Brown, after Lucy takes away the football just as he is about to kick it across the field.
Wouldn’t it be a wonderful world if we could just put bread into the slot, pull down the lever and walk away, knowing that a perfect piece of toast will be ready moments later?
I imagine that some of you might be asking, “Is your toaster broken? Mine comes out fine.”
I am pretty sure that my toaster works fine too. The problem is that my bread choices are constantly evolving. If I stuck to the same kind of bread every day, a perfect piece of toast could indeed be feasible. Continue reading
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