Day 21: Raisin Bran and Almond Milk
Sugary cereal is my brand of heroin. You wouldn’t catch me dead without a bowl of Waffle Crisp in the morning back in the day. Cap’n Crunch was solely responsible for me passing middle school. Golden Grahams and I have been through some tough weeks. This moral code creates within me a natural inclination to stay as far away from bland, boring cereals as humanly possible. If it wasn’t colorful, overpriced and didn’t contain a berserk amount of sugar, you could count me out. So, after a long day of Quidditching, rather than fill my insides with delectable foodstuffs, I chose the driest, blandest, most off-putting cereal I could find instead.
Raisins digust me, no matter the form. I could never get down with them. What’s so enticing about a dried grape that looks like shriveled burnt skin is beyond me. They don’t taste great with anything, ergo they serve no purpose. The only thing that could have made raisin bran more vile to me was consuming it soggy (which, lo-and-behold, I did). There was nothing good about any of it. Why I put my body through that is beyond me. I’m sorry, intestines. I really don’t hate you as much as you’re probably convinced I do right now.
Almond milk is an entirely other story altogether. Darren acquired some from Katryna and I needed something to compliment the last of my Thin Mint stash. Perfect, or so I thought. I could taste the almonds (something, for some reason, never occurred to me would actually happen). It’s consistency didn’t match that of my beloved regular milk, which made it all the more undrinkable. The cookies, however, were completely untainted by this. Thankfully, I was still able to enjoy them in solitude sans beverage. Alas, if only if only.