Space Food Sticks

When I was a kid, I hated breakfast. Because my parents were responsible parents (and we lived in a small enough town that everybody knew everybody's business and good families fed the kids before sending them to school), not eating a healthy breakfast before school wasn't an option.

Eggs turned my stomach. Pancakes, waffles and french toast were all too sweet. There wasn't a breakfast cereal that tasted good. Mornings were a battle of wills and it was ugly (we can talk about my choice of attire on another day).

The compromise was half a Carl Buddig Beef sandwich on whole wheat bread (my mom ditched the Wonder Bread the SECOND that there was an alternative) with a dash of mustard. I would eat it and it was reasonably healthy (it had to be better than the bowls of Count Chocula that my sister powered down, right?).

Then came Space Food Sticks. I loved the chocolate flavor. I believed that the astronauts ate them. Heck, I believed that the astronauts survived on them. I didn't care that it was a stick of man-made chemicals (possibly petroleum by-products). The commercial said that the astronauts ate them and my mother hated them. Good enough for me.

Now Mr. Toast reports that they're back. Funny, but I'm not even tempted....