Just another entry in my Cranky Old-Age Observations file.
Some days, I am moved to take from the slowest goose in the yard a quill, that I might sharpen it to set down my outrage.
Remember how when we were kids and we finally wore our mothers down and got them to buy Raisin Bran occasionally even though it was a lot more expensive than the other dry cereals?
And how you had to be very careful to ration the little rock-hard raisins out so you got at least two or three in every bowl?
Well, I was in Safeway the other day and grabbed my favorite cereal, that Oatmeal Crisp with Almonds, and was sticking it in my cart when my eye was caught by the price!!! The damn box was six bucks! Gotcha! Eternal vigilance is the price of shopping. Not that it always hasn’t been, but still…
So I put it back and looked for a more reasonable alternative except that I already had cheerio-type cereal and shredded wheat at home, so I had to look for something entirely different. And then I spotted the Raisin Bran man stocking the shelf with 2-for-1 boxes. Much better. I hadn’t eaten raisin bran in years, and I got to make his day.
Alas, I just ate a bowl and discovered that there’s been a considerable change in raisin bran over the past fifty-something years: instead of not having enough raisins, it now has too many! And I am not losing my mind, at least not over this, because I distinctly remember having to shake the box around and even, when my mother wasn’t looking, do a little hand redistribution in order to get a single damn raisin to appear in every fifth spoonful.
Now, you can’t get a single spoonful without two or three raisins in it. Too many! Couldn’t they have just quintupled the amount instead of making the damn cereal half raisins? OK, and I’m not quite ready to call for jihad on General Foods, but they better not push me.
Oh, and speaking of raisins, here’s some grapes up at Saratoga Springs I kinda liked: