Thursday, May 15, 2008
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Rambling with Ann

I bounded out of the car, promising my dear husband I would return in a flash, because I needed only a few items from the grocery store.

Of course, this one in particular is being remodeled and items are not necessarily in the same places as they once were. Being a creature of habit, I spent quite a long time looking for my purchases.

One of the items on my list was cereal. Have you ever taken the time to actually look at all the different kinds of cereal on the aisle? There are some guaranteed to help you lose weight, safeguard your arteries, and some containing all kinds of prizes that kids just have to have.

The one I really like always seems to be way back on the top shelf. When I look around to see if someone is looking, I climb my way up to grab a box, usually knocking down a shelf full in my plight.

I quickly stash the cereal in my shopping cart and move on before anyone can see my red face.

As I look at all this crunchy stuff, I’m reminded that not only is cereal good for eating, but it requires very little of Mom’s time. I remember the many uses we found for the trusty treat in school.

We used cereal to make Rice Krispie treats, stringing some of the colorful cereal to make an edible necklace.
We used some for introducing the letter “o,” and some for counting a specified number of circles to eat, such as, “Eat five circles.” I couldn’t help but compare this aisle of complete breakfasts to the ones my mom prepared for our family, which mostly consisted of grits, ham or bacon, eggs, and homemade biscuits with butter and homemade jellies and jams, with fresh milk and coffee for the adults.

How times have changed – and for the working moms. It has to be for the better. We didn’t have all the choices we enjoy today when I was a young bride, but we managed anyway.

It sure would have been much easier before I left for work if I could have given my kids a disposable bowl, cup, plastic spoon, and a box of cereal, then they could just throw away the dishes when they were finished.
Well, my friends, I’ve rambled on long enough, so until next time, may you be bountifully blessed. As always, enjoy your memories too.

 

       
 
Ann Worthington