Thursday, February 14, 2008
Hard to argue with a blueberry morning. Preceded by an egg sandwich dawn, and followed by a falafel afternoon, a cupcake dusk, a skirt steak evening, and a milkshake night - you've got a perfect day on your wings. For starters, Tamalehawk will eat anything that has been selected. It makes him feel special, which is a nice feeling early in the morning. Next, he will gladly consume anything that claims on its very packaging to have an Incredible Taste. He means, you have to right? It's not just edible, it's incredible. Also, a Perfect Crunch? Yes, cereal merchants, he shall undoubtedly taste your efforts. If the perfect crunch has been engineered, you better believe Tamalehawk wants to be on the forefront of that discovery.
Blueberry Morning largely lives up to its claims and, save for some horrible copy on the back of the box which makes for an unpleasant table-read, it is a certainty that he could eat the entire box in one sitting if left unsupervised. Next on the agenda, he will bravely test pilot Honey Bunches of Oats studded with real dried peaches. He is hopeful but cautious. If they're using the same technology they used to dry tiny wild blueberries, then morning can't come soon enough.
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Nick once told me he could live exclusively off of blueberry products forever. His manic love of blueberries is almost as strange to me as his utter hatred of mustard.ReplyDelete
A "blueberry morning" always sounded to me like an incongruously wholesome shot you order on spring break in cabo.ReplyDelete
If Meador is correct, then Nick may well live forever:ReplyDelete
In college, my sister and her roommates wallpapered their kitchen with blueberry morning cereal boxes. It was somehow a very soothing room.ReplyDelete