What’s for Breakfast?
In the “old” days, breakfast was a lot of pork and bread and potatos and eggs. Maybe even pie! I was facinated by the long shelves of cereal at the store. Our local D&W has about 100′ of shelving, six shelves high, devoted to cold cereal. That’s 600 feet! The internet lists page after page of different cereals.
The original breakfast cereal was a “granola” designed to promote digestion. It was terrible! Corn Flakes was an accident. Some cereal paste was accidentally left overnight. When cooked in the morning…voila! Corn Flakes.
The original Kellogg was a doctor with a sanitarium in Battle Creek. He wanted a breakfast food that provided more fiber. He wanted nothing to do with the food business; he thought it would compromise his professional status. His brother, W.K. Kellogg took over the cereal business and went to town! The current amazing variety of cereals is the result.
We don’t want to overlook Charles William Post. He became a patient at the Kellogg sanitorium. He didn’t do well at the hospital, but he got interested in the new food fashion. He started his own cereal business in Battle Creek and invented Grape Nuts. They were like the oringinal granola but edible! He became successful with Post Toasties and went on from there.
Next week, Lunch?
A Southern Baptist minister was completing a temperance sermon. With great emphasis he said, “If I had all the beer in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river.” With even greater emphasis he said, “And if I had all the wine in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river.” And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he said, “And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river.” Sermon complete, he sat down.
The song leader stood very cautiously and announced with a smile, nearly laughing, “For our closing song, let us sing Hymn #365, “Shall We Gather at the River.”
Gas or electric?
After booking my 80-year-old grandmother on a flight from Florida to Nevada, I called the airline to go over her special needs. The representative listened patiently as I requested a wheelchair and an attendant for my mother because of her arthritis and impaired vision to the point of near blindness. My apprehension lightened a bit when the woman assured me that everything would be taken care of. I thanked her profusely. “Oh, you’re welcome,” she replied. I was about to hang up when she cheerfully asked, …”And will your grandmother need a rental car?”