‘Nuff about dating, right? Seeing Zydecofish using the Imagination Prompt Generator inspired to check it out again.
Write about your favorite cereal.
This has changed over the years. When I was a kid, it was definitely Frosted Flakes. I loved when they got just a little bit mushy and then to slurp up the sugary milk afterwards, which was quite a feat because I hated milk then, as well as cheese. I’d say that I was lactose intolerant, as many Asians are, but I had no problem with ice cream and yogurt, and milk in a shake.
I didn’t always like drinking the leftover cereal milk. For a while my brother and I had honeynut Cheerios every morning, always leaving the bowl 1/3 full of milk. This pissed off our mother to no end. She grew up poor in Taiwan and so hated wasting a speck of food.
One morning she got the brainstorm of taking the leftover milk and making us mugs of hot chocolate. Leftover honeynut Cheerio milk + Nestle’s hot chocolate = nauseatingly sweet milk. Keep in mind this was on top of our already full stomachs of cereal and 2/3’s the bowl of milk.
We moaned to ourselves the whole time we tried to drink it. My brother, who must have been 7 or 8, even gagged, spitting up a good mouthful. To this day, this image cracks me up so that if I’m walking down the street and happen to think of it, I’ll laugh uncontrollably, creating a wide berth around me, which makes me think maybe I should conjure up this memory more often.
My second favorite childhood cereal was Cocoa Krispies, of which leftover chocolately milk I had no problem finishing. And the worst was Captain Crunch, which always succeeded in tearing up the roof of my mouth.
As a young adult too lazy to cook, I often ate Quaker Oatmeal Squares or Cracklin’ Oat Bran for dinner, which did nothing to fill me up and everything to make me gain weight. Maybe this is why I’ve lost my taste for cereal and for, in general, cold eats in the morning. For instance, I can’t eat yogurt or fruit for breakfast, though I’m fine with these in the afternoon.
Now excuse me while I imagine my 7-year old brother gagging up leftover Cheerio/hot chocolate milk and snicker like a crazy person.