The husband, being the extremely caring and helpful guy that he is, often volunteers to run to the store to "pick up a few things" if I don't feel particularly excited about doing it myself. Unfortunately, when that happens I forfeit all right to police what food items are actually introduced into the home environment. A few days ago, I walked into the kitchen and discovered a contraband variety of cereal which would never have ventured into my shopping cart sitting brazenly on my countertop.
Now, there is apparently a blog post pending about some of the problems created by the the culture of extended adolescence our country enjoys. Krave cereal is something I would have grouped under that same heading. It actually wasn't very surprising, as we had seen those vaguely disturbing commercials quite recently. I'll admit I tried a bowl or two, but I didn't find it all that spectacular. However, the husband likes it, and I suppose we must all have our vices. Truth be told, I'm glad he hasn't completely lost touch with his inner child.