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Cinna-Graham Honeycomb


I saw this at the store today and decided to give it a try despite the negative review I had read. After all, it was on sale ($2.19 instead of $3.99) and there was a 50-cent coupon (for any Honeycomb cereal).

I had just gone on a run, so I had some calories to spare and decided to go ahead and have a cup of the cereal as a late snack. I am fairly fond of traditional Honeycomb cereal with it’s sweet corn taste. (Honey, perhaps?) This? Has none of that. What it has is a cinnamon smell and taste. It’s not too bad dry, but as Josie mentioned in the review linked above, adding milk quickly washes most of the flavor away. (Though she mentioned that you’re left with plain Honeycomb, I would instead say that you’re left with something far inferior to plain Honeycomb.)

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the rest of this box. Perhaps I’ll add it to some trail mix or something similar.

 

Found Memory

 

As I was leaving the grocery store I saw an employee wheeling a basket full of boxes of candy from one check-out aisle to the next. I suddenly flashed to 1988 or so when I worked at a grocery store (same chain, different store). I have many memories from working there, some of which I think of fairly often. But I had completely forgotten the experience of restocking the candy displays on the check-out aisle. It’s such an odd feeling when a forgotten memory suddenly comes back like that.

 

The Only Thing To Fear Is A Lie

 

Last Friday I posted three statements about myself, one of which was false.

1. I have never played any version of Grand Theft Auto though I have owned a version for several years.

True. I received the PS2 version as a gift several years ago and just never got around to playing it. In truth, I haven’t played much else on the PS2 since then either, except for Guitar Hero and Rock Band (various versions of each).

 

2. I have an admittedly irrational fear of squirrels, stemming from the aggressive lunch-stealing squirrels on the campus of the University of Texas.

False. The bit about the lunch-stealing squirrels is true, but the fear is not. I am not aware of having any phobias. I expected that anyone that new me very well would know this was the lie, which turned out to be the case as the two commenters that have known me for years got it right.

 

3. When I was a kid I won money playing ping-pong against other kids at church camp. After returning to my grandparents’ house, I had to return the money.

True. As “Senior” (my father) implied in the comments, my parents were not involved in this event. After that post, I discussed it with him and he reminded me that when I had told him about this at the time, I really didn’t understand why the other kids should get their money back. For that matter, I still don’t.

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  1. #1 by Ken on May 20, 2009 - 9:15 am

    One of the kids picked that cereal out a month or two ago. My experience matched yours – very disappointed with the lack of “honeycombness” and I found it to be pretty flavorless. The kids wouldn’t touch it after the first try. I eventually ate it, sometimes mixed with other cereal or honey, which actually took less time than expected since they have such a low density.

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    • #2 by Ren on May 20, 2009 - 10:23 am

      Ken – And you didn’t warn me?! Just kidding. I’ll get McKenzie to try it (corn-based, so not good for Brittney) — she might like the cinnamon, and she probably doesn’t know the goodness of regular Honeycomb. I don’t think I can get through the box as quickly as you as I’ll keep my portions pretty small to keep my calories low.

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  2. #3 by Sybil Law on May 20, 2009 - 9:41 am

    You had to give the money back? Holy unfairness!
    🙂
    Thanks for the birthday wishes!
    The squirrel bit made me laugh – even if it wasn’t true!

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    • #4 by Ren on May 20, 2009 - 10:27 am

      Sybil Law – Yes! Imagine how much that would be now, with nearly 30 years of interest! (Yeah, right!)

      There was one albino squirrel that I sometimes thought was the King of the Squirrels. I definitely witnessed squirrels come up to people eating on a bench and just take food. Which reminds me: just this last weekend I was with the kids at a restaurant eating breakfast on their covered patio. My younger daughter decided she wanted to sit at the next table over for some reason and at one point a bird landed on the table, took a couple of hops toward her plate and then grabbed some egg off of her plate and flew away. While she watched, scared to move. Yikes!

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  3. #5 by Sybil Law on May 20, 2009 - 1:13 pm

    Birds! Ewww – feathered rats with wings! No wonder your daughter was scared to move!
    Years ago, my husband and started feeding this squirrel and I ended up naming him Nut Nut. Nut Nut got really aggressive after a while, and tried to come into our house several times! He would scrape on the window until we fed him, then repeat alll day long.
    Last I saw, Nut Nut was very overweight (pregnant, maybe?!), and completely oafed (so not a word?) on the porch banister. Never saw Nut Nut again.

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    • #6 by Ren on May 20, 2009 - 1:29 pm

      Sybil Law – Gotta be careful feeding animals, eh? I think the bird was a crow. Maybe a Grackle.

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  4. #7 by whall on May 21, 2009 - 9:32 am

    Did you know that there’s an easter egg in GTA where a ping-pong playing squirrel tries to steal your Honeycomb breakfast, and if you’re able to keep your cereal until lunchtime, you get to follow him to the store to steal candy from the freshly-replenished aisles?

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    • #8 by Ren on May 21, 2009 - 10:09 am

      whall – Much better!

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  5. #9 by Avitable on May 21, 2009 - 12:32 pm

    How did I miss playing when you posted this last week? Hm.

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    • #10 by Ren on May 21, 2009 - 1:55 pm

      Avitable – I blame the fact that my Pingbacks are not working.

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