Tonight we went to dinner as a late birthday celebration for hubby, whose day was really Thursday while I was still on my business trip. We tried going to a new branch of the Bay Shore BBQ joint Smokin' Al's which he liked, but at 4:30PM (which was early, we thought) there was a one hour wait for a party of five. Birthday boy said, "Sorry, can't be done!" since he'd already taken his insulin. We headed hopefully down the road to Olive Garden which is notorious for long waits, but we got in there just in time to get a table. Over dessert, something reminded us of the silly Raisin Bran story (see 21 November) and then hubby got us going down a related path.
He recalled when his mother tried to get him to eat Grape-Nuts as a kid. He likes grapes, and all sorts of different kinds of nuts. But does Grape-Nuts cereal contain either grapes or nuts? Not a chance! Just some crunchy amalgamation of whole grains, which can break your teeth if you're having an unlucky day. I rather enjoy it myself, as a sprinkling to add a little crunch to less chewy cereal, but hubby's description of it had all three kids laughing so hard that we had to shush them as we didn't want to disturb the other diners. We also tried to figure out why Special K was called that. Maybe they had tried other special formulas, but formulas A through J all were pretty awful. Or maybe K stands for Krispy (Son #3's guess) and the name Rice Krispies was already taken.
The various bits of chocolate, cheesecake, and ice cream we all shared were wonderful though. And the Olive Garden's version of the birthday song was almost sillier than the discussion we'd been having...lots of clapping but no real singing, and we were unable to make out what they were actually trying to say!
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