redneckgaijin

I can't stand the stuff, either, but not because of the taste, exactly - it's because it's one of the two cereals that my parents would cart in the scruffy paper bag crammed behind the front seat of their 1978 van on the interminable road trips we would take when I was young. I had many a miserable breakfast spooning the hideous little squares from soggy paper bowls at the dew-soaked picnic tables in KOA campgrounds. (The last third of the box would invariably go stale, too, no matter how quickly we ate it.)