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What's for breakfast?

Do you want to know about breakfast cereals? Read this interesting piece of information...
-Breakfast cereals were originally developed as baked flakes until the 1920s and 1930s, when a new technology of puffing was introduced. Though General Mills did not invent the technology to puff food products, an engineer at the company named Thomas James invented a "puffing gun" by which dough pellets were expanded into different shapes, as opposed to raw materials such as wheat and rice.
The first cereal to use the new technology was Kix, created in 1937, as the pellets were expanded into small balls, though later cereals such as Cheerios used the same technology with other shapes.

It's from Wikipedia - all about the cereal Kix, which one of my flist was eating before bed *g*
I sometimes eat cereal but then I miss my peanut butter toast and have to go back to it. And I can't eat cold cereal and milk with hot coffee. My teeth don't seem to like it. Here we have the standard cornflakes, rice bubbles, coco pops, weetbix, nutri-grain, that sort of thing, endless muesli-type cereals, then there are the promo ones, like nutritionally-free fruit loops, cheerios (*snort* they are still tiny red skinned sausages here but the cereal has arrived as well), chex, there are always new ones to try. Finn fell in love with Milo cereal for months but he doesn't like it any more. He eats them all dry. As does Asher.

Christy and Asher are like me, probably my fault, we especially like leftover pizza for breakfast if it's available, or chicken on toast if we had a roast the night before. Finn would survive on chocolate yoghurt, Steve eats no breakfast.

What do you like for breakfast? And is it what you get?

We just watched a movie called Happy Endings. It had a great cast, but more importantly, it was interesting. Interesting direction, subtle comedy, heart-wrenching undercurrents, which makes for the best bitter-sweet comedy really, a whole whack of gay people, and a faascinating run of sidebar subtitles that left us grinning. Not the best movie in the world, but entertaining, interesting, as I said, and something different.

I'm reading Perfume by Patrick Suskind - the neighbours loaned it to me - it's on the Whitcoulls Best One Hundred - and man alive, it's really, really weird and spooky. It's well written, if you don't mind the story with almost no conversation. A kind of anti-hero who I suspect is going to become a mass murderer! A fluent style of writing, but I'm not sure I like the way it's going. I just Googled it and this review fits my opinion really well LOL
http://www.booklore.co.uk/PastReviews/SuskindPatrick/Perfume/PerfumeReview.htm
The book makes me shudder a little.

Road trip plans going ahead, just need to get in touch with a few friend up country who we might call in on like my friend in Hurleyville in South Taranaki - the site I envisaged when Keeley's house burnt down, where the woman who was my bridesmaid lives on a dairy farm. You can see their roof as you bump up the dirt track and come over the rise up to the house. Keeley's parents' house had gone, you couldn't see the roofline... I really felt that loss. Even though it's not real!
-"You're cold," he whispered, and the two men shuffled nearer for comfort. Hamish had pulled out in front and Mickey threw the jeep into gear to follow him, and they drove on for another half hour before reaching the tiny settlement that had been Keeley's hometown. It was just a sad collection of houses now, barely a blink if you drove through at full speed. They turned off behind Hamish onto the metal road that led towards the farm. Keeley shuddered and stiffened, staring out the front window for his first glimpse of what had been his family home.

There was a narrow spiral of smoke ahead, and Sarah gasped, "Is that from the fire?"

Mickey nodded, glancing in the rear view mirror, "Has to be. Keels, you ready for this?" Keeley nodded wordlessly, realising there was not going to be a glimpse of rooftop over the rise any more. They turned up at a rough gateway, bumping up the track behind Hamish and Anna. As they came over the hump of the small hillock that protected the house from the wind, they all gasped aloud. Several jeeps and cars were parked on the grass, and there was an ancient fire truck parked alongside the house. Well, what was left of the house. A blackened pile of smoking timbers, jumbled and broken, surrounding a tall brick chimney, still standing in all its glory. There were vague shapes that could have been the fridge or the freezer, the bath, the basin, but almost everything else was unrecognisable.

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moth2fic
Mar. 17th, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
I like fresh fruit, oatmeal, nuts and raisins and natural yoghurt. Whether I get it or not sort of depends on how much I've remembered to shop for. This morning I had red grapefruit (so did Kat and she is still laughing at the idea that I possess a dedicated/designed grapefruit knife)then brown bread with lots of seeds in it and blossom honey which had sort of crystalised and was yummy. Coffee and orange juice to drink (separately, of course).

You'll have to do a full reviewat the end of Perfume.

And you'll have to take photos of the places you imagined for Safe - even put them on the website.
natesmountain
Mar. 17th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
-I like fresh fruit, oatmeal, nuts and raisins and natural yoghurt.
That sounds really very nice. Nicer than my toast but taking more thought in the morning than I prefer to devote it.

-Coffee and orange juice to drink (separately, of course).
Hee! I just can't drink orange juice. Especially in the morning!

-You'll have to do a full reviewat the end of Perfume.
Yeah? Maybe, maybe...

-And you'll have to take photos of the places you imagined for Safe - even put them on the website.
I hadn't thought of that. I was thinking about Breathing Space but yeah, good idea!

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