Food at the Binz: Part 7 In a Series
Bad things have happened at the Binz before, but recently my old standby has taken a beating. That is to say, I generally eat cereal if there is nothing else good to eat at the Binz. However, management at this fine cafeteria has left the same cereal in bins for the entire summer. Do you understand that? The entire summer. That means that, yes, the Apple Jacks I usually eat are not crunchy. They taste dusty. And when you bite them, they are chewy. CHEWY APPLE JACKS ARE NOT TASTY.
Though, mooshy sugar bites that do not even taste like their namesake are not enough to merit a Food at the Binz post. Nay, yesterday I experienced something even worse. As you can imagine/assume, the granola has been subject to the same fate of the other cereals, and has essentially coagulated into one massive gran of ola. I chipped away at said pile this past morning, and dumped the contents into my bowl - good preparation for the winter ice scraping season, I figured. Walking back, I popped a large chunk of the cereal into my mouth, hoping (as any sane person would) to munch on it whilst walking. This was not an option. Why? I could not bite through the cereal. I steadily increased the pressure of my molars on the wet piece of concrete in my mouth, but mastication failed utterly. Embarassed, I furtively looked around, and then quickly took the piece out of my mouth, leaving it to soak in milk. After a couple of bowls of cereal, I contemplated the rocky mass in the bowl. I took my spoon and attempted to push the tip into the center of my bane. I could feel the other end of the spoon driving into my palm - it hurt. A lot.
I never managed to break up that granola, and left feeling let down and hurt by my old cereal friend.