A King’s Ransom….

I have found it again!  It was gone and out of my life.  It happened so quickly that I never truly recovered.  There is no need to cry over spilled milk, I have found it again.  Reunited by destinies kind whim, my heart is overjoyed.  Come, gather around, and let me tell you a tale.

We go back to the beginning…

Cereal was the primary breakfast food for my family; a giant bowl of sugary goodness drowning in ice-cold whole milk.  I can remember it from pre-school all the way through high school.  And I don’t think I am alone, cereal seems to be the Great American Breakfast Food.  It rivals the classic bacon and eggs, even toast trembles at the might of Cereal.  Alas, I do not like Cereal.

It has a temperamental nature and a flakiness  that often leaves me unfulfilled.  The nature to which I refer is the bodacious claim of a sweet, crunchy flavor that will satisfy all your breakfast needs.  It is a lie, just like Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Unicorns, and Lightsabers.  There is no lasting crunch, there is no lasting sweet flavor.

For Example, here is a well publicized lie,” Cap’n Crunch® is a great-tasting, crunchy sweetened corn and oat cereal your whole family will love.”  Liars!!  What they don’t tell you, and they never will, is that within a few minutes of  milk exposure the hard exoskeleton of the corn/oat pellet begins to decay and soften.  The sweet, crunchy breakfast shrivels in to a soggy, pathetic lump of wasted potential. (pausing to wipe away the tears).  Even Crisp X can’t endure the harsh Hoth-like terrain of the cereal bowl.  I’ve never found a Cereal that I was consistently willing to submit my palate to , not even Coca-Puffs or Lucky Charms could win my heart.   Sooner or later everyone gets soggy.

Over the years I have often tried to breach this trust issue with Cereal.  I went back to the table several times but to no avail, they just don’t measure up.  Each time they promise greatness but falter within mere minutes.  I was heart-sick (Proverbs 13:12, ‘Hope Deferred makes the heart sick…’).  But a miracle would take place in South Carolina. Continue reading