Ok… so maybe the title of the post made you read on. It’s really not as spicy as you might have hoped for. It was more of a realization for me. I was talking to one of my friends today about comfort food…and what we would choose. I realized, that with all of the gourmet recipes I’ve tried…with all of the indulgent, butter-laden goodness that I have whipped up over the years….that my true comfort food/guilty pleasure…is really Lucky Charms. This is a confession. Treat it as such.
As a kid, I loved them. I always got to have them because I would actually eat the cereal AND the marshmallows, unlike my brother Gregg…who spent 40 minutes at the breakfast table picking out the marshmallows with his spoon and leaving a bowl full of sugared white flour cereal bits, which in our day…was the “healthy” part.
As an adult…whenever I had a really bad time in my life…a big Jethro Bodine sized bowl of Lucky Charms always made me feel a bit better. By the second mammouth bowl…I would be downright giddy. I told myself, “sometimes you just have to do what you can to get thru…” which made complete sense to me. Now I truly believe it was the sugar coma talking…
Which brings me to todays conversation. I realized that even though I peek at the box thru tear-filled eyes each and every time I walk down the cereal aisle in Kroger…I refuse to bring this addicition into my home.
I haven’t had Lucky Charms in 5 years, although the last 5 years have been a huge struggle for me, I have found refuge in other things…baklava, macaroni and cheese…Sanders bump cake, etc.
With the new addition of new shapes and colors of the marshmallows, my fight continues. One day at a time.
Shame on you General Mills.