There are a lot of hills upon which I choose to die, but breakfast cereal just isn’t one of them.
Blame it on a knee-jerk reaction to the staples of my childhood, Grape-Nuts and Raisin Bran.
The kids each have their favorite kind. I guess for posterity’s sake I should note that Tommy loves Fruity Pebbles, Travis lives for Frosted Flakes, and JJ always goes for the Cocoa Krispies.
Anyway, I was cleaning out the pantry this morning in preparation for a grocery run and found a quarter of a box each of Fruity Pebbles and Marshmallow Pebbles (don’t judge). I also found half a bag of star-shaped marshmallows left over from the 4th of July, so I threw caution to the wind, melted them with a half a stick of butter, threw in both boxes of mixed cereal, and voila! dessert.
I’m sure the preceding sentence is littered with punctuational errors.
Feel free to disregard.
It added a certain, as the French say, I don’t know what to the dish.
And they were delicious and tasted exactly like Froot Loops.
Have a nice day.
P.S. Congratulations to Melanie for guessing “pickled turnips” from yesterday’s post. Sadly, she didn’t win a thing.