Taste Trigger
I haven't had Rice Krispies for breakfast in a really long time. Because we had guests, I picked up some extra cereal the other day. This morning, it took only one spoonful of milk-sodden, crackling rice krispies to send me back down memory lane. To me, Rice Krispies is a camp breakfast. It's never something that we had at home. The only cereals allowed at home were Grape Nuts and plain Cheerios (and only wusses added sugar to their cereal).
The taste of Rice Krispies sends me back to summer camp, when I would get the biggest bowl I could of them and eat them at the heavy plank benches and tables of Camp Mennoskah. I remember camp songs and itchy mosquito bites, Egyptian rat-killer and Capture the Flag.
I remember the taste of fresh grape juice and how it felt to step outside and see mountains.
The taste of Rice Krispies sends me back to summer camp, when I would get the biggest bowl I could of them and eat them at the heavy plank benches and tables of Camp Mennoskah. I remember camp songs and itchy mosquito bites, Egyptian rat-killer and Capture the Flag.
I remember the taste of fresh grape juice and how it felt to step outside and see mountains.