The Husband sifts through the cupboard, leaving a few boxes on the bench before turning in search of more. Ah, the morning rustle through my in-law’s pantry.
It’s kind of unusual that my mother-in-law doesn’t have a habitual breakfast cereal. I think she just buys the next packet based on what is on sale at the time. No repetitive mornings for her!
So no way we know in advance what will be available when we turn up.
The Husband pours the last of the muesli into his bowl, so that’s out. What else…
A giant box proclaiming its magical properties of HIGH FIBRE!! HIGH IRON!! GUARANTEED WHOLEGRAIN!! Sure, you’ll do. Don’t think you sucked me into your claims, mind, it’s just that nothing else looks very interesting.
Snip open the inner plastic packet. Pour it into the bowl.
Oh, it’s not muesli-ish at all, like I’d assumed, it’s mostly giant flakes like in Sultana Bran, with the occasional sultana and strange white bits. Check the box. Oh, okay, the weird things are ‘yoghurt covered currants’.
Splash in the milk, bit of a stir to get it all wet, carry it to the back patio where my father-in-law is talked about 3D television.
The flakes are so large it’s hard to get them to stay on my teaspoon. I suppose this is why people use regular spoons for most foods. But teaspoons allow so much more time to savour…
Crunch. The flakes snap apart in my mouth, quickly becoming a gummy bran splodge. A vague malt flavour. Very normal, no unwelcome morning surprises.
Hunt down a currant. The yoghurt coating looks so odd… like the dried fruit was dipped in a vat of tiny sticky white balls which now bubble around it in a strange force-field. Bite. The yoghurt crumbles away quickly, instantly a milky powder. The currant is sweet but gone in a moment. Huh.
Find a sultana.
Oh no, they’re those terribly wizzined sultanas. No plumpness or moisture, just an intense sweetness than gets jammed solidly into the crevices of molars. It’s so irritating having to pick these things out of my teeth, they’re a mockery of true juicy soft sultanas.
Well, I wouldn’t buy it myself, but I do feel somewhat ashamed at my same-every-single-day bowl of weet-bix with sultanas and pepitas. Though eating bran flakes with dried sultanas and chemical-yoghurt currants does make me feel confident that at least my rut is a decent one.
Rating:
Specifics: Uncle Tobys Plus Sultanas ‘n Bran, bought who knows where…
Uncle Tobys Plus Sultanas ‘n Bran
The Husband sifts through the cupboard, leaving a few boxes on the bench before turning in search of more. Ah, the morning rustle through my in-law’s pantry.
It’s kind of unusual that my mother-in-law doesn’t have a habitual breakfast cereal. I think she just buys the next packet based on what is on sale at the time. No repetitive mornings for her!
So no way we know in advance what will be available when we turn up.
The Husband pours the last of the muesli into his bowl, so that’s out. What else…
A giant box proclaiming its magical properties of HIGH FIBRE!! HIGH IRON!! GUARANTEED WHOLEGRAIN!! Sure, you’ll do. Don’t think you sucked me into your claims, mind, it’s just that nothing else looks very interesting.
Snip open the inner plastic packet. Pour it into the bowl.
Oh, it’s not muesli-ish at all, like I’d assumed, it’s mostly giant flakes like in Sultana Bran, with the occasional sultana and strange white bits. Check the box. Oh, okay, the weird things are ‘yoghurt covered currants’.
Splash in the milk, bit of a stir to get it all wet, carry it to the back patio where my father-in-law is talked about 3D television.
The flakes are so large it’s hard to get them to stay on my teaspoon. I suppose this is why people use regular spoons for most foods. But teaspoons allow so much more time to savour…
Crunch. The flakes snap apart in my mouth, quickly becoming a gummy bran splodge. A vague malt flavour. Very normal, no unwelcome morning surprises.
Hunt down a currant. The yoghurt coating looks so odd… like the dried fruit was dipped in a vat of tiny sticky white balls which now bubble around it in a strange force-field. Bite. The yoghurt crumbles away quickly, instantly a milky powder. The currant is sweet but gone in a moment. Huh.
Find a sultana.
Oh no, they’re those terribly wizzined sultanas. No plumpness or moisture, just an intense sweetness than gets jammed solidly into the crevices of molars. It’s so irritating having to pick these things out of my teeth, they’re a mockery of true juicy soft sultanas.
Well, I wouldn’t buy it myself, but I do feel somewhat ashamed at my same-every-single-day bowl of weet-bix with sultanas and pepitas. Though eating bran flakes with dried sultanas and chemical-yoghurt currants does make me feel confident that at least my rut is a decent one.
Rating:
Specifics: Uncle Tobys Plus Sultanas ‘n Bran, bought who knows where…