When I thought of today’s prompt of “silly,” it took me back to those fun days when my breakfast came in a colorful box featuring a zany and silly character. I loved all of the various cereals back then, but had a penchant for Froot Loops. The colors just made me smile and I used to try to get all of the same color on the spoon to see if it tasted like a particular fruit. I convinced myself the yellow ones had a unique flavor, but truly, each little loop tasted just as fruity as the last. It wasn’t, of course, silly for a kid to eat this cereal, but when I tried to grab some as an adult, Philippe stopped me with that look that kills dreams. I wasn’t even going for a full family size box, as that would be crazy, but tried to get those tiny boxes that come in a multi-pack. I thought it would be like reliving my youth, one cute little box at a time, but was quickly informed that my youth came with a better ability to metabolize sugar and I needed to put it back pronto. I did, reluctantly, but sulked the remainder of the grocery trip, secretly vindicated that I got to be a like a kid again after all.
Our normal breakfast consists of a bowl of oatmeal, golden raisins and blueberries. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a perfectly delicious and healthy start to the day, but just isn’t the same as back then. Not only doesn’t it come in a box with a character on it, it’s mundaneness and normalcy doesn’t immediately suggest a fun name or a character sidekick to accompany it. It’s just oatmeal and fruit. I tried to reimagine it in my head, calling it Raisin Berry Oats, but even that sounded too adult and boring. No brightly colored toucan, tiger, elf, or frog would ever agree to be the celebrity spokesman for that. But I fail to see why only food for kids should come with such adorable marketing. For example, I don’t adore rice cakes, although they’re a healthy snacking option, but if they were marketing as Ronny The Rhino’s Rice Cakes, I would happily reconsider them. I don’t just miss the ability to metabolize sugar, I miss the fun of food that doesn’t take itself so seriously.
So, if you’re wondering, this doodlewash is, of course, from a reference as I never succeeded in getting my Froot Loops. But I’m equally glad that someone loves enough to protect me from even myself. I shouldn’t have all that sugar, but I still miss the memories of those Saturday morning breakfasts, separating loops onto a spoon and watching cartoons. I figured that since Philippe denied me my chance to relive this childhood food, the least he could have done is dress up as a toucan while making dinner. This suggestion, not surprisingly, was met with yet another dream-killing stare. Oh well, there’s more than enough Legos on display in our house to make up for it, I guess. It’s not that I don’t want to grow old, it’s simply that I never want to grow up. This, to me, has always seemed like trading in a wild sense of glee, fun and discovery for a life that’s somehow moved on from all of that. Why should we? When I hop in to try something new, which is as often as I can, it makes me feel alive no matter what it is. Even the smallest of daily discoveries can make me feel as though I’m finally eating like a kid again.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Hansa Yellow Medium, Quinacridone Red, Leaf Green, Cobalt Turquoise and Payne’s Gray. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!