Money is a little tight this week. Why do all the expensive staples in my pantry always run out at the same time? I’m talking to you gluten free flour and tamari soy sauce. So we were running low on cereal and my first inclination was to just make sure we had other things to eat for breakfast this week, but at Lidl my eye was caught by a box of buckwheat cereal at a low price. They were having a special on some gluten free food. I was suddenly struck with a memory that said, “Didn’t I used to eat buckwheat cereal?”
So a few searches later I found this:
This was the cereal! I remembered it so well. I am sure I convinced my family to buy it on the sole fact that it was called Buc Wheats as I had a mild obsession with Buckwheat from the Little Rascals.
I actually named our cat Buckwheat which everyone immediately shortened to Bucky. I had a poster on my wall with a picture of Little Buckwheat and his giant unkempt nappy afro that said: Buckwheat say crack not o-tay! Which I genuinely hope wasn’t racist because I loved that poster.
“Oh yes!” I cried. “It was made from oat bran and brown sugar and was delicious!”
A few google searches later and we had come up with it. Kellogg’s Cracklin’ Oat Bran.
It was delicious, but it sure did look like dog food.
But the surprising thing was due to some heavy amounts of modified palm oil in it, the cereal weighs in at 200 calories a bowl. Yikes.
I used to love to put one in my mouth and then press it with my tongue as hard as I could to the roof of my mouth to feel it pop. It was like corn flavoured pop rocks.
“No, I did not you insane woman, I just eat my food I don‘t play with it” his look seemed to say.
With a scarecrow whose costume and make up were the spit of Ray Bolger. Watch the ad here and see if I am lying: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBNJ2J1iRog
Then I got to thinking about Chex Cereal. How I loved chex, because without chex there could be no Party Mix. Mmmmm…party mix.
You remember Party Mix don’t you? Chex cereal and pretzels and nuts all cooked up in a savoury salty sauce. Oh my days. How I loved it. My grandmother used to make it (the one with the Crunchy Corn Bran cereal) but hers was always slightly burned and full of wheat chex. Pooey. Tiggers don’t like the wheat chex. My dear departed Mother-In-Law Etta made the best party mix, hands down. Hers was always just golden and fragrant and full of corn chex and rice chex and deliciousness. She used to make us a special batch all to ourselves (I suspect I didn’t share it very well with Spiderman) at Christmastime.
“Do you remember…” I began.
“It was called Crispix,” he said and went back to his puzzle.
How did he know? But yes--Crispix was like Chex but with one side corn and one side rice and not a yucky wheat chex in sight. And you use Crispix cereal to make the rather oddly named but never off putting treat: Puppy Chow.
Mmmm….. puppy chow. Basically you melted chocolate chips and peanut butter and covered the crunchy cereal and then dusted them with powdered icing sugar.
Those were the days.
But enough with my trip down the cereal aisle of memories. I leave you with this joke.