Always after me Lucky Charms…..& some thoughts on food

As a kid in the 1970’s, there was little doubt about what I wanted for breakfast, it was always Lucky Charms. Frankly, I didn’t care for the sugary oat part too much, but ate them, and ate around the hearts, moons, stars, and clover marshmallows to save them for later when they would get all soft and mushy and big in the skim milk. Those were the easy days. And, whenever we approach St Patrick’s day I think about Lucky Charms, with the little leprechuan, and think that they really lived up to their name as a magically delicious treat.

Of course, as I grew up I grew out of my taste for Lucky Charms. (Well, not really. Now, as an adult if I was marshmallows, I just find marshmallows, especially this time of year, when those delicious and unhealthy Peeps are so prevalent. And, just in case you are wondering, they doexpand when microwaved. But, their glory is short lived, because then they just die.)