On my third day in South Africa, I tried something new: Apple Cinnamon Jungle oasto easy. They were in Leslie's cupboard, and I thought "Why not? Dori liked these things!"
I did like them. A lot.
So when I moved into my own place, I bought this:
I did like them. A lot.
So when I moved into my own place, I bought this:
I hope you notice the problem.
"Well, if I like the apple cinnamon, maybe I should try LOTS of flavors!"
Great thought, in the store. In reality, I didn't even check the flavors. I also bought a full box of cranberry oats. They taste like a special k bar. That's not a good thing. I still have 9 packets waiting for me to be REEEEALLY desperate.
Back to my variety pack: I ate the two apple cinnamon packets, then I decided to try one of the better sounding flavors - Chocolate or caramel.
I picked caramel. I decided I liked apple cinnamon WAY more and went and bought a box of just those. And since then, probably 10 boxes more. Thanks to Yanga's insistence, I have also developed a taste for vanilla. But, in my kitchen, I have the remaining 16 packets of jungle oats that I pass up every single morning.
My parents didn't promote the clean plate club. Neither did they ever tell me about the starving children in Africa when I felt full. Nope, no excuses for my lack of ability to stop before the plate is clear. But living here in Cape Town, where I do actually encounter hungry people every day, I started to feel a little bad about having food stored in my kitchen that I don't even consider to be real food.
Thus began my resolve to eat the random flavors of jungle oats before allowing myself to buy more apple ones.
Which is how I found myself eating a bowl of "banana toffee" oatmeal this morning. It tasted like a laffy taffy. Which is disgusting, but I find that I can't stop eating the gross things when they are the only candy in front of me...
I am grateful that I am only going to have to do that one more time.
What I am NOT grateful for is the fact that tomorrow's flavor is "tropical fruit".
Life Lesson: Read the box
"Well, if I like the apple cinnamon, maybe I should try LOTS of flavors!"
Great thought, in the store. In reality, I didn't even check the flavors. I also bought a full box of cranberry oats. They taste like a special k bar. That's not a good thing. I still have 9 packets waiting for me to be REEEEALLY desperate.
Back to my variety pack: I ate the two apple cinnamon packets, then I decided to try one of the better sounding flavors - Chocolate or caramel.
I picked caramel. I decided I liked apple cinnamon WAY more and went and bought a box of just those. And since then, probably 10 boxes more. Thanks to Yanga's insistence, I have also developed a taste for vanilla. But, in my kitchen, I have the remaining 16 packets of jungle oats that I pass up every single morning.
My parents didn't promote the clean plate club. Neither did they ever tell me about the starving children in Africa when I felt full. Nope, no excuses for my lack of ability to stop before the plate is clear. But living here in Cape Town, where I do actually encounter hungry people every day, I started to feel a little bad about having food stored in my kitchen that I don't even consider to be real food.
Thus began my resolve to eat the random flavors of jungle oats before allowing myself to buy more apple ones.
Which is how I found myself eating a bowl of "banana toffee" oatmeal this morning. It tasted like a laffy taffy. Which is disgusting, but I find that I can't stop eating the gross things when they are the only candy in front of me...
I am grateful that I am only going to have to do that one more time.
What I am NOT grateful for is the fact that tomorrow's flavor is "tropical fruit".
Life Lesson: Read the box