Uh oh, Spaghettios
November 19th, 2004 at 11:04am |
Did you know Pop Tarts stop tasting good to you after about age 16? And Spaghettios? I’ve got some of both in my cupboard, as a going away gift from someone who worried I wouldn’t have enough food my first few weeks.
Conclusion: you don’t eat that stuff after age 16 because it’s gross. Or unless you’re desperate. But I have a hard time believing that I ever found Pop Tarts good. And Spaghettios actually stop tasting good after about age 10. There should probably be a study done on that.
Which is funny, because one of my favorite shirts is a Spaghettios shirt. I can have nostalgia for my youth without actually wanting to eat the stuff.
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I LOVE pop tarts. I’m kinda amazed that anyone could not. Spaghettios i could live without however
Bah. Tried pop tarts again in college. Not worth the 400 calories. Now Lucky Charms, on the other hand — that’s some good stuff.
Pop tarts. Like cardboard smeared with an inadequate and not usually good enough sugary substance. Blech. I’ve tried to eat them, since they were given to me, but no good.
Lucky Charms — like sugar-coated cardboard with cardboard marshmallows.
Well, when faced with the choices of my dining hall, Lucky Charms generally won out. That, and shredded cheese, sprinkled with lettuce.
Besides, Lucky Charms is the food of champions, the cornucopia of the gods. Anything that can stain your milk green, red and purple has got to be good.
I’ve got to side with Heather on the Lucky Charms! My only complaint is that there aren’t more marshmallows than there are. My question for Heather, though, is whether you wait and let the marshmallows get milk-saturated, or whether you gobble them down immediately when still crunchy. I tend to push my marshmallows off to the side and eat them all last.
I also love Cocoa Krispies. Nothing like drinking up a bowlful of chocolate milk when all the krispies are gone. Yum! Though sometimes the cocoa krispies can be a bit abrasive going down
Interesting question, Dawn. I’m kind of weird about how I eat: I often save the “good stuff” until the end. And it really doesn’t have much to do with the quality of the food, ie, how saturated the marshmellows are or whatnot, because that’s “good stuff” to me. (Except with corn flakes. I knew someone who liked them saturated and clinging to his spoon. I can’t stand soggy flakey cereal, so I nearly slurp down flakey cereal when faced with such an option.) So I eat marshmellows last, but for a different reason. It goes everywhere: With oreos, I eat the chocolate outsides, then am left savoring the cream puff that was the middle, with waffles I eat the syrup-saturated, buttery middle last… Guess just kind of weird like that.
Long message–sorry. 
I never could quite get into cocoa krispies, though. I was more of a regular krispies girl–you could put an ungodly amount of sugar in regular krispies. But I can understand the chocolate milk part–save the good stuff for last.
I take your Lucky Charms and give them to the three-year-old jumping upstairs.
Now Captain Crunch, there’s a breakfast of champions who don’t mind having their mouths torn up! If I thought I could eat Captain Crunch without serious injury, I would. Yummy! Now there’s a cereal. I’m especially fond of the crunch berry one, but also the peanut butter one.
You can solve the mouth injury thing by soaking the cereal in milk, but then it’s just unpalatable. I’m not a soggy cereal fan, either. And soggy Captain Crunch… might as well not bother, wuss!
Like Rice Krispies. With so much sugar left at the bottom….mmmm. I hadn’t though about Cocoa Krispies in a while. I think I used to like drinking the milk. I’m not sure I’d like the cereal that much these days, which goes contrary to my belief of everything goes better with chocolate.
I will not have this criticism of Pop Tarts. Frosted Brown Sugar & Cinammon Pop Tarts sustained me throughout college, and I eat them to this day. I have a box in my desk drawer from which I eat when I don’t have any cash for breakfast.
How dare you women suggest that Pop Tarts are somehow inedible. Such blasphemy! Cardboard? What kind of Pop Tarts are you talking about—the kiddie kind, the mixed fruit flavored ones with sprinkles? “Cardboard” doesn’t sound like the Pop Tarts I eat.
Toast ‘em and smear ‘em with real butter, pour yourself a cup of coffee or tea, and there is no better breakfast.