Cookie crisp
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However, this is not where the story ends. It was certainly a disappointment, but the details escape me. I have very little memory of eating the cereal. Despite me having to waste most of the milk because the hotel room did not have refrigeration, this was an acceptable sacrifice. Perhaps it was time to end the childhood curiosity. Years later when I was in London on a study trip, I discovered in a convenience store near the hotel a small portion sized box of Cookie Crisp. I started to learn that the lofty promises of these high concept breakfast items were no more than ideas of what children enjoy, blandified into acceptable breakfast items. Sometimes I would find them in retailers’ import sections, one time I even asked a neighbor who was going on vacation to the states to bring some back. Rice is kinda like the eastern asian version of cereals.Īs I grew older, I eventually tasted most of these American cereals. My assumption was of course that these cereals were just too unhealthy for Norwegian law, and that was why they were not available here. Cookie Crisp was a most fascinating cereal, did Americans really make small cookies fit for breakfast consumption? Getting away with eating Cookies for breakfast seemed like a dream come true, but for Americans it was life. Cereals with sugar lumps, cereal made from cinnamon, and of course cereal in cookie form. In the US, cereals came in shapes and forms I would love to eat for breakfast. Cereals especially were interesting, as they were often food ideas which simply did not exist where I was from. As someone who became more or less fluent in my second language of English at a young age, the internet gave me plenty early exposure to food products that existed in the freedom lands. When I was a baby, elements of American food culture fascinated me. This is the childhood I assume every American has, and of course if you are reading this blog, you are in fact probably American. When you were a baby, your favorite thing was probably to grab a bowl of supermarket brand cereal and watch He-Man and the Master of the Universe on your local affiliate network.