Half of me thinks I shouldn’t really be eating cereal for breakfast. Sugars and starches trigger your fat-storing hormones and, geez, hasn’t life got enough problems already without that?
But there is, on the other hand, more to living than the constant losing battle against the bulge. For one thing, carbs eaten sensibly (whole grains, I mean, not white sugar) keep me cheerful and help stave off the Black Dog. And then there’s that other matter – wheat bran helping to, as it were, smooth the way of the otherwise stony path.
So I do eat cereal for breakfast; but we are not talking pop-tarts. I have a bowl with two kinds of cereal in: the sort that has bran flakes with dried fruit and dried coconut (similar, for intestinal purposes, to eating steel wool); and the other sort that old ladies buy. Do you have it in the States? Here it is sold as All Bran:
Well, on Friday, Hebe and I went to get the groceries as usual, diverging and converging on our hunter-gathering expedition round the supermarket, and I went into the cereal aisle and picked up a box of All Bran.
This morning I opened it for breakfast.
You know that story from John’s gospel, how Jesus went to the wedding at Cana-in-Galilee, and changed the water into wine? Well, I thought he must have been interfering with my All Bran in the night. Because – oh, glory hallelujah! – when I opened it, I realised this was chocolate cereal! Oh, man – I love chocolate cereal! I never buy it because it’s sugary and isn’t good for you.
I’d bought this:
I’m going shopping without my glasses again!