I know bedtime is nigh, but man am I craving a bowl of Cocoa Crispix.
(The Crispix story is: This girl likes supermarkets in a foreign land. Well, this girl likes supermarkets anywhere, really, but anyway. Some days an excursion up the street to Coles means a tub of beaut King Island Dairy honey-and-cinnamon yoghurt, a pretty bottle of raspberry jam, and reading a local trashy magazine while waiting in line to pay. Other times the Coles adventure is like two girls on a weed bender, our basket heavy with candy and Anzac biscuits and Red Rock Deli chips on special. The other day I tried to sneak a hefty plastic-encased tube of no-brand chicken-and-pork sausage into our cart for the shock value, but CC was watching the whole time. Always, even when the shop is out of Cocoa Crispix, we like the cereal aisle. On that day, we settle for the regular Honey Crispix with a bonus “The Incredibles” Action Card. CC breaks into the box on the walk home, passing me handfuls of sweet crunchiness.)
So, but, maybe near-midnight is the best time for a bowl of Cocoa Crispix swimming in cold, cold milk, I am on vacation after all.
(The Crispix story is: This girl likes supermarkets in a foreign land. Well, this girl likes supermarkets anywhere, really, but anyway. Some days an excursion up the street to Coles means a tub of beaut King Island Dairy honey-and-cinnamon yoghurt, a pretty bottle of raspberry jam, and reading a local trashy magazine while waiting in line to pay. Other times the Coles adventure is like two girls on a weed bender, our basket heavy with candy and Anzac biscuits and Red Rock Deli chips on special. The other day I tried to sneak a hefty plastic-encased tube of no-brand chicken-and-pork sausage into our cart for the shock value, but CC was watching the whole time. Always, even when the shop is out of Cocoa Crispix, we like the cereal aisle. On that day, we settle for the regular Honey Crispix with a bonus “The Incredibles” Action Card. CC breaks into the box on the walk home, passing me handfuls of sweet crunchiness.)
So, but, maybe near-midnight is the best time for a bowl of Cocoa Crispix swimming in cold, cold milk, I am on vacation after all.
posted by stellou at 3:33 AM
5 Comments:
I SOO LOVE supermarkets too! Walking down each aisle just looking at all the packaging and imagining all the things one could whip up in the kitchen IF one could actually cook.
Ok so here I am at work. Trying to settle into my new workstation and I have no access to email BUT i can surf. I guess life is a compromise :) So since I cannot email you or do any work till they figure out my entire workstation down here I am subject to long lunches, tea and absolutely sod all.
Damn. It's the middle of the workday and you just made me crave Cocoa Crispix. I guess my lunch wasn't very satisfying.
Ren - Lucky you with sod all to do. At my new workplace, they've figured out my workstation and my work (boo), so I am plenty busy...
tym: eh, auntie, when is one not craving cocoa crispix?? maybe you need cocoa krispix for lunch!!!
Hi Tym! Ok you can work for me while I slack off for you.
I became addicted to Cocoa Crispix once. I mean, I would eat half a box of them everyday. And I got to the point where if I didn't get them I would burst into tears. So we would drive out to the supermarket at 11pm. And it was just like we were going out to get a fix.
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