On Monday I decided a light brekkie was in order. After a gluttonous weekend of oh so sinful thick-sliced bacon with fried eggs Saturday and French toast slathered with butter pecan syrup on Sunday, a healthy bowl of cereal was just what my clogging arteries were crying out for.
But when I opened the nearly full box of Raisin Bran that's been sitting in the pantry for some time, I swiftly came to the conclusion it had gone stale. Er, I guess it's been a tad more than "Some Time" since I bought it. More like somewhere between "Pretty Gosh-Darned Long Time" and "The Beginning of Time" I would surmise.
But then I discovered another box hiding in there, still sealed (obviously we like our Raisin Bran; either that, or it was a two-for-one sale, which is far more likely).
Woot! This one was still fresh - well, freshER.
But how the heck could I justify throwing away a nearly whole box of Raisin Bran? I know! I could save the raisins, obviously THE MOST important part of the whole mix. I mean, without the raisins, it would just be called "Bran". Ick.
So I poured the cereal out on my kitchen counter, picked out the still-edible raisins and threw away the stale flakes.
Oh yes I did.
But then that gave me pause to wonder... what the heck is "Two Scoops" exactly? How does one measure a "scoop"? Because what I extracted certainly fell short compared to the photo on the box:
Then again, once I added them to my freshER box of Raisin Bran, it probably came close.
Good thing I was on vacation. I had and the house to myself and the time for these momentous discoveries that would otherwise go er, un-momentously un-discovered.
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