The best thing about tastes and smells is the way they can invoke such vivid memories. We expect to get nostalgic when we look at photographs and listen to songs, but a whiff of familiar perfume can catch you off gaurd.
I didn't remember having ever eaten Quarker Honey Graham Oh's. As I poured the bowl, they appeared vaguely familiar... and when I took a bite I remembered sitting in the kitchen at my grandparents' trailer in Chincoteague.
I think I tried many different cereals in Chincoteague. We would all stay there, my family, and my aunts, uncles, and cousins. It was a free for all, with the food.
On some days, when I was finally prodded to get out of bed, there would be scrapple and toast waiting for me in the kitchen. Other days, everyone was in a rush to get to the beach. My mom would pre-pack sandwiches in a cooler, others would be sitting in the living room slathering sun block on each others' backs, and I, the straggler, would be having my bowl of cereal.
I don't know which year I had Quaker Honey Graham Oh's, but I am certain that I tried a bowl of this stuff one summer long ago.
This is yet another deceptively sugary cereal. I only glanced at the box when I bought it, but I entrusted the Quaker name to deliver me wholesome oat goodness. 12g sugar per serving. My teeth are rotting out here.
Its actually pretty tasty.
I should go to the beach this summer.