Kellogg’s Special K Red Berries. Yes, I ate them, and I’m sorry. I apologize to all the red-blooded Irish-American men out there. But, confession is good for the soul.
Here’s my excuse. You can’t eat eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits, and gravy every morning--even thought our corpuscles cry out for it daily. So, I usually eat a bowl of good ol’ IGA generic raisin bran cereal in the AM. Yeah, yeah, it’s healthier for me. I can hike up House Mountain in 25 minutes, easily, so my ticker is fine. I want to keep a healthy ticker a while longer, so I eat cereal.
Well, neither my long-suffering and precious wife nor I had gone to the store lately, and the cupboard was bare. No generic raisin bran for the Irish-American. Not enough time to whip up a good country breakfast. Not enough time to go to the Huddle House to tank up.
Decision time! Either go hungry, which my stomach was forbidding me to do, or eat (yuck, gag) my wife’s frou-frou, namby pamby, get-in-touch-with-your-feminine-side Kellogg’s Special K Red Berries cereal.
As I said, I ate it--not one morning but two in a row! Finally, my wife brought in my regular morning staple, but the deed was already done.
And, guys, it wasn’t that bad!
What say you?
P.S. Yeah, yeah, I know. The photo is a Kellogg’s Raisin Bran box from 1967 (http://theimaginaryworld.com/kelloggs2.html), but I couldn’t find a photo of an IGA box!