Saturday, February 22, 2003

In a world of crisis

In a world of crisis and controversy, I have now got a little shred of euphoric bliss.  Steingarten teaches us, inter alia, that “blue is a color reserved for food that has gone bad.” That’s mostly true, but has no applicability to my beloved Booberry Cereal.  I got a box a few months ago and made it last, damn it, savoring every drop of azure milk and every trace of marshmallow glue on my teeth.  But there was also - be still, my trembling heart - a t-shirt offer on the box.  Thursday, my vestment arrived.  It’s been washed to rid it of the unflattering packer’s wrinkles and the stale scent of warehouses and postage, and now I’m ready to demonstrate my tasteful sophistication on my bulging pecs and rippling abs.  Or, depending on how many more boxes I chew through, on my bulging abs and withering pecs.  There’s something about marshmallows and ghosts that makes me think, not so much of breakfast, as a tipsy late-night snack.  Some cereal really shouldn’t be eaten before dark.