Hear me out.
When I saw that this particular sugar cereal was on sale -- and of course I had a corresponding coupon -- I tossed this box in my grocery cart.
I remember when I was maybe 10 or 12 on my grandparents farm this box being in my grandmother's pantry. The pantry was set up in such a way that you could actually sit in there and have a bowl of cereal which I vaguely remembering my grandmother doing. She was wearing an apron similar to the one mentioned in this post eating the pictured cereal. I always thought it odd that my grandmother would eat this cereal from time to time considering she rarely ate anything that she didn't make herself. Something about it must have piqued her interest to try it (as I would learn with a different food in college... ) Or maybe it was some guilty pleasure that I didn't know about. One day, Grandma told me I could have whatever I wanted for some particular meal. So, I sat in that same place and had a bowl of this cereal. It was heaven. I think because generally I didn't have sugar cereal at home. My grandmother had the peanut butter version of this stuff and I recalled it was TOO sweet. (It's possible, believe me!)
When I sat down to have a bowl of cereal the other night (because cereal tastes better at night -- it's a proven fact) my husband kind of laughed at me and shook his head. I took my first bite (I'm pretty sure I haven't had this cereal since that day on the farm) and smiled. I looked at my husband and said, "It's the farm. I can see it. I can smell it. I can taste it." While completely not a good food option -- it was worth every penny of $1.50 I spent on it for the blissful enveloping of a warm spring day on the farm, and vibrant memories of a woman I loved.
On the flip side... they also make good bribe treats for Miss L to behave a little better in church. ha ha!!
New memories.
Aaaahhh! You make me feel OLD! I remember when that particular cereal first came on the market in our town. I agree it was a little on the sweet side - especially about half way through the second bowl. I never cared for it much after the novelty wore off, but it became my younger brother's favorite. I know what you mean about a particular food bringing back memories long for gotten. I'm the same way with oatmeal. My paternal grandfather ALWAYS had cooked oatmeal(the old-fashion kind, with rasins) for breakfast and sometimes when I eat it, I'm transported back to their little house in Iowa with the morning breeze blowing in the window and the sound of trains going by.
ReplyDeleteI love me some cap'n crunch!! Haven't had it in years though!
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