Adventures of Araleith

“Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.”


on September 20, 2012

Okay, I know what you are thinking. Who in their right mind starts a blog about having adventures with a post about cereal?

Answer: Me. Because adventures are not always about BIG things, like white water rafting or jumping off buildings. Sometimes they are little teeny tiny things. It’s all in how you notice them.

So. Cereal.

As I adjust (still!) to a life of a single bean, with less structure because I only have me to worry about, and myself to feed, I find I eat strange things at odd moments. Ice cream for dinner, waffles for lunch, garlic bread with cheese for breakfast. I choose based on what makes my stomach happy.

So, I decided that I needed something for breakfast.

Here’s something you should know – I HATE cereal. I hate that if you are the only one eating it, a box lasts for eons and eons and gets boring long before it is over. I want creativity and variety in my food.

So, cereal and I are not very often on speaking terms.

I have this vague memory of going camping (maybe not, maybe it was just home breakfasts before school, but it feels like camping) where my sister and I would split one of those Fun Pacs of cereal, me trading her the Rice Krispies that I didn’t like for her Corn Pops. That was years ago, but I remember the tiny cereal boxes being perfectly Araleith sized. Like I didn’t get bored before they were over.

So, I wondered, having not looked at them for eons and eons, if such a thing existed.

I scoured the cereal aisle, getting more and more sad as giant box after giant box of cereal presented itself. All I wanted was tiny variety. That was it.

I almost gave up and went home, without my cereal.


Bottom corner of a shelf, almost hidden behind the family sized box of Cinnamon Pops.


It was just as awesome as I remembered. Even more so, because there was only ONE  box of Rice Krispies, not two (because there is this weird Krave chocolate cereal that I haven’t tried yet, but am willing to give a chance, because it is a tiny box). AND there were Cinnamon Pops, which I discovered recently I liked.

So, I scooped it up and darted to the cash, half afraid this was just a grocery store dream and I would wake up in my bed, sans cereal.

I paid for the cereal, and pretty much skipped home, the cereal tucked under my arm like the most wonderful prize.

It was an awesome adventure. And now I have cereal awesome.


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