We’re going to be silly this morning. If you fell out of the wrong side of the bed, you might want to stick around. - this could help! If, however, you feel that the matter of life should be attended to with diligence and gravitas, well, perhaps skipping this blog entry would be a better idea.
Myria has periodic cereal cravings - like I might have an occasional ice cream jones. For me, a hot fudge sundae (with either coffee or peppermint ice cream) will do the trick. For Myria…
Well, preparations have to be made. Because of her substantially Native American background Myria is lactose intolerant. That means that we have to have some of those pill thingies that help break down lactose in those systems that can’t break it down for themselves. Never having had the problem myself, I can sympathize, if not really understand. I kind of envision this as a scene taking place in a 1930s era prison flick, where prisoners wore striped uniforms and spent all day wielding a sledge hammer. Only instead of a number, the prisoner’s sign says “Lactase”.
Guard: Your job is to break big molecules into medium-sized molecules and medium-sized molecules into small molecules and small molecules into atoms. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Prisoner (under his breath while nodding vigorously): Lousy screw…
Now the hunt begins. The cereal aisle is traversed several times and preliminary choices are made. After some consideration, these are winnowed down to three or four primary choices.
Once home, a large bowl is procured and some of each type of cereal is poured in, mixed around and then covered with milk.
Aside: There is much to be said for the cereal mixing process which I had never run into before meeting Myria and which she says she learned from her father. While some combinations could be perfectly revolting, some can be, well, seriously cool - such as cocoa puffs combined with banana nut fruit and grain. Yes, we do watch cartoons too :)
One of the products that came home with us last night was this:
Honey Smacks, Star Wars mode
Now I don’t know what things were like when you were growing up, but in my house, pre-sweetened cereal was considered to be a very bad thing and was only permitted on extremely rare occasion. This was unfortunate because it’s that type of cereal that’s most likely to have a free toy nestled in it’s sugary depths. And free toys are…well, they’re cool! As adults, of course, we can have whatever kind of cereal we like and this one is a product that Myria enjoys. I didn’t notice the free toy promise until we’d gotten it home - though it’s right there on the front of the box.
This is what we found inside…
Light Saber Spoon!
I was instantly 10 years old again as I puzzled out how to put this together and make it work. At first I thought it would require a battery, but there wasn’t any way to open the handle; it was all of a piece. I could see a red button, but nothing happened when I pressed it. Sigh…
Ah well, when all else fails, RTFM (read the instructions). In print so tiny as to resemble ant tracks, it was explained that the bowl should be placed onto the handle. I did that - it fit into place with a satisfying snap. Then the switch at the base of the handle should be flipped into the “on” position. Switch? Ahh - got it! Then, whenever the red button was pushed (I already knew where that was), the spoon would light up. Really?!?!?
Button (pink) and switch (purple)
And finally…
Let there be light!
That’s my binoculars case behind the spoon because I couldn’t take a picture in which the light actually showed up until I tried using a darker background. I tried to get Jade to volunteer but she was more interested in nudging the spoon than posing or (God forbid!) sitting still.
Whee!!
I haven’t dared to try eating anything with this. I’m a bit nervous that the red light shining and reflecting on whatever food is in the bowl of the spoon would make it look like I’d been scavenging in an abattoir. Nononono… This, of course, is what gives me away as not being a true child. A true child would use the spoon to eat anything at all regardless of (or maybe because of) what the light made it look like.
But it’s still cool :)
Have a great weekend!
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Ooh, cool spoon.
Pam - Heheh…Sometimes you just want to play :)
your interesting saber spoon falls into the same category as my ‘fish light’ which is a *thing* about 3.5” long and shaped like (well, duh) a bass- press its gills, and a light comes from its mouth- i don’t think it began life in a cereal box, but it just might have come from a gum-ball machine- it’s grand for annoying the cats, and it is guaranteed to raise my level of popularity with every child who sees it-
it’s the little things, right??
stay happy-
Oh man, that is cool. I suppose it doesn’t make those “voom, voom” noises when you dig in. I guess you still have to supply some things yourself.
Barb - Love the fish light! Myria has a little laser pointer we use to confound the felines periodically. It’s pretty funny :)
Becca - Yes, you have to supply the whoosh sound yourself :) Now if I could just find a dark lord to cut in half - spoon in half?
Honey smacks were my all time fave as a kid - I used to incorporate eating them into storylines for school…
Nat - Oh how funny! I think my favorite was Frosted Flakes - but I seldom got them :)
You do realize that I’m going to HAVE to swing by the grocery store this weekend to get my very own saber spoon.
I’ll make my beloved husband eat the cereal, though. The thought of all that sugar makes my teeth hurt!
My mom used to mix all the cereals that had a little bit left in the bottom. So at the end of the cereal cycle, sometimes we’d have Lucky Charms/Cheerios/Spoon Sized Shredded Wheat for breakfast. Weird…but you get used to it. We only got the “sweet” cereal on special occasions, too.
TMK
Samina - Heheh - I couldn’t eat the stuff either :)
TMK - Wow! Nice to see you! Welcome and stuff :) I can’t think why this didn’t occur to my usually very clever and always very frugal mom, but it never seemed to. Then again, she used to eat all bran with diet lemon-lime. Errggghhhh - not exactly the breakfast of champions!
Ahhh…lactose intolerance humor. I can NOT get enough of that. Silk soy milk is my savior.
Kim - She hasn’t tried that - she likes regular, old fashioned cow’s milk and so takes the pills so that her system can cope. Something to think about if we we ever can’t get pills though…
Now you are just going to have to ask Myria where the Grape Nuts and Chex are, since one certainly would never have seen anything actually *tasty* in our house growing up. And, of course, there was a banana added, yes?
As far as the spoon, I assure you, no self respecting child would have eaten a blessed thing with it. No, no, they would immediately have run outside to dig in the dirt with it, whereupon it would have broken into two pieces and they would have run back into the house wailing about said breakage. Then they would have spent the remainder of the day bemoaning the sad state of their lives. But, of course, they wouldn’t let their much put-upon parent throw the damned thing away, since, after all, it is so very SPECIAL!!!!
Gah, I need chocolate.
Donna - Erm…you haven’t known some of the kids I’ve known :)
As for the chocolate - maybe some cocoa puffs?
