At the urging of my 13-year-old son, who's been curious lately about my upbringing and how it compares to his, I bought a box of my favorite childhood cereal so we could share a couple of bowls. We poured the Cap'n Crunch, doused it with milk, took our first spoonfuls at the same time... and promptly poured the rest down the garbage disposal. If it had been a wine, I would have described it as "overly sweet, with bitter corn notes that couldn't completely hide the manufactured mouth feel and finish, almost as if the Cap'n Cruncher Injection Molder had been leaking Cap'n Crunch Oil into the weirdly identical cereal bits."
As usual, If anybody tells you them was the good old days, they wasn't.


