Sunday, February 20, 2011
When I got back to England, my eating habits went on a Billy Bunter/Just William nostalgia binge. Treacle tart, black pudding, pie & mash, you name it. If I’d liked when I was four, I tried it one more time, but not everything was as I remembered it. Tizer, for instance, was disgusting, and now tasted wholly unfit for adult consumption. One thing that stayed with me, whoever, was a return to Weetabix. Weetabix is hard to find in California. You have to resort to Canadian imports sold at Brit expat specialist food stores. Also, in LA, my choice of cereals had grown close to degenerate. I was starting too many days with something called Reese's Puffs that, made from chocolate and peanut butter, could be eaten straight from the box without the benefit of milk or spoon. I felt that a Weetabix breakfast some kind of return to healthy nutrition if only by my own warped criteria. Weetabix was also soggy and when you’ve logged as many hungover morning as I have, it’s hard to be a fan of crispy cereals. Indeed, I was feeling quite pleased with myself until, on late night TV, I caught Russell Brand at Hackney Empire during which he did a bit on Weetabix as the food of the hideously impoverished. Is this a universal belief, or just a Brand fabrication? After the recent abuse I engendered by my brief defection from Marmite to Vegemite, I don’t need another cultural breakfast faux pas.
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Posted by Mick at 2/20/2011 05:35:00 AM