Cereal Review: WHEATABIX

I rarely even eat cereal in the morning because it doesn't usually provide the ummghff I need to get through the day, what which fighting dragons and mighty software beasts all day. Cereal has become an evening or later after noon food for me and in my quest for a worthy snack I came across 'WHEATABIX'. When I first saw it I thought is said 'WHEATABRIX' so naturally I though, 'Hey, how healthy and fiber enriching this will be for me'.

So the first step is to take a few of the rounded brick shaped wheat looking constructions and sprinkle their crushed bodies into a sizable bowl. Then I cut up some fresh strawberries, sliced up a banana, tossed in some oatmeal and poured a bit of honey in. I must admit I had great expectations as I poured in my Silk Milk, expecting this cereal to perhaps become a favorite.



I mixed everything together once the milk was in and took my first bite; nothing special. The question I had to ask was where was the texture?! Had I somehow been ineffectual in my mixing effort? As I pondered and took my next bite I experienced the unwelcome sensation of eating soggy cereal. I'm not sure who invented this cereal, with good intent I'm sure. But it appears they don't believe in taking more than 24 seconds to eat breakfast because that's about how much time you have before this almost texture-less cereal turns to mush. Something like thin chips that have been sitting in water for an hour - not at all pleasant. Please spare yourself, do not purchase this cereal unless as a gift for someone you mean to torture.

Two obvious ways how *not* to make bread

I had great intention to share adventures of success in my journey to discover new creations of food. Humbly, I must admit that my recent experiences have been strange and devoid of success. Firstly I must proliferate the knowledge I have gained concerning banana bread. Banana bread cannot be made using a yeast bread recipe. Ummmm, yeah. Perhaps not one of my brightest moments, but I am such a curious creature that my curiosity often wins in the war of sanity that I struggle with when confronted with tantalizing mysteries. I used a whole wheat bread recipe (with Bulgar) and added honey, sugar and bananas. Aha. I think the pictures do a pretty good job of depicting the horror that I created but the smell was pretty bad too. It was a foreign, repulsive smell as two familiar flavors unnaturally blended to form one cruel odor that was barely withstand able. I will definitely not be trying this again.


My second amazing feat, accomplished just tonight was my attempt at baking up a cornbread mix. Probably the simplest task possible in the kitchen and yet somehow I burnt it and at the same time managed to under cook it. Lesson number two - cornbread does not bake properly in a regular bread pan. I missed the cue to retrieve my cake which dressed the loaf in a thick coat of tough crust. The depth of the pan, however, limited the oven's ability to effectively cook the item and so I left with a bread that was burnt on the outside and uncooked on the inside. Almost clever if you think about it. I do promise to make amends for both of these unnecessary mistakes, as I am very close to perfecting my banana bread.

Wow.

Golden West Championships 2007

This was my second competition but my first with actual competitors. The ice at the Culver City rink is very scratchy and slightly uneven. Probably due to the fact that the place was build in 1876 and has great difficulty keeping things cold inside. It was like an old roller coaster but with more rust and I couldn't help but wonder in amazement how hockey was pursued at this rink. Surely one small bump into the rink walls and the entire building would come crashing down. So I made extra effect not to skate into any walls, which I didn't. My two competitors were both Silver Men (I'm still a Bronze) but somehow the judges liked me more! I was younger than both of them, many of the adults have been settled into that title for sometime. While I am sometimes struggling to recognize the fact. But it was quite exciting! for sure and now I'm 2 for 2 :)

Hogson Mill BuckWheat Waffles

Were there not the issue of my recovery (from a sickness that erased several days of my life last weekend) and were there not the mighty Falcon beast to wrestle against a clock ticking even now; I would have enjoyed meandering through this entry. Taking my time with the words I might choose, stopping frequently upon the path of subject disclosure to smell the roses and pet the herring as they flop away back toward the creek, that by purpose, does not run parallel to the path I am now standing. However, such realities cannot be ignored and I must press on with careful haste. It has been several months since I first discovered waffles. I purchased about six different waffle mixes from several different grocers before stumbling upon the perfect mix. I have yet to venture into making my own mix from scratch but my resolve has been delayed primarily due to the fact that this mix is perfectly superb. Hogson Mill BuckWheat Pancake Mix can have no higher praise than simply put the best waffles ever. This of course does not take into consideration the fluffy, enriched, bleached, butter saturated and fried in sausage juice farm pancakes. Hmmmmm! But let’s be honest, you wouldn’t last too long eating those on a regular basis, or at least you would seriously reduce your ability to move quickly in an emergency situation, involving but not limited to, wild beasts and shattering pasta jars.

Ingredients: Whole Grain Buckwheat Flour; whole wheat flour; leavening (Monocalcium phosphate, baking soda); dextrose; salt.

Graced in a 100% pure grade A maple syrup (that’s See-urh-up) and optionally decorated with an assembly of sliced fruit it truly is a meal of splendid proportions. Oh and my new Black & Decker waffle icon finally came. It’s actually the same model we’ve had in the family for over twenty years; I researched a few others but couldn’t find anything that even compared. The new model cooks with a much more delicate and even heat, which gives even my thick Buckwheat waffles a light texture.

Black-Decker-G48TD-Grill-Waffle @ Amazon

A blinking

It starts much like a jar of rare jelly purchased for a house full of children, where there exists a tension of calm excitement whilst the object is untouched until some brave or authorized sole begins the excavation of goodness and in so doing labels the said subject fair game, subsequently gravitating the others, like careful vultures to feed greedily upon that which was once untouchable. In the corporate world this phenomenon still exists and indeed leaves the participants abundantly supplied with sustenance. Not that this has much to do with what happened next, although perhaps left suffering from an inexcusable state of drowsiness we may have been compromised in our ability to maintain sane and proper dialog.

"Did somebody say 'A blinking'??" yells the PM from his office across the narrow path.
The investigation begins as four detectives and three non-volunteered bystanders attempt to embrace the situation.
"What?"
"Abe Lincoln"
"Abe Lincoln?"
"Did someone just say Abe Lincoln?"
"Wait, 'a blinking' or 'Abe Lincoln'?"
"I think I ate too much."
"Gotta watch your weight, eh?" (he's Canadian)
"No wait"
"Down with weight!"
"Who needs weight!"
"No wait as in waiting for something."

The good news is the Rubios lunch came with an entire bag of salted chips, offering us all the ability to save several hundreds of dollars on groceries if only we dared to embrace the Tapatio & chip diet.

Waffles

The case for waffles has never been stronger, and I challenge greater feats than the cumulation of perfect condiments to render a more appropriate food for the beginning. Perhaps my zeal is too strong for such a topic as breakfast and the first real post of one's web log, but alas I am in too great a mood, too overwhelmed with contentment over that which I find fancy above all else at the moment: waffles. But not just any waffles, many people hear the word waffles and quickly conjure up an image of yellow, texture less, butter infested, shiny, plastic looking, "I honestly can't tell if you just made those or they were rescued from the freezer four minutes ago." - Waffles. Again I may have to admit that my excitement may be painting a slightly inaccurate picture of the common man's perspective on this wonderful food. To that which must now be fueling your concern over my physiological well being I present with fondest affection. My buckwheat waffles with peach sauce, fresh blueberries and 100% dark maple syrup. Enjoy!

Additional Complications

To make matters worse the entire farm decided to boycott the use of horses, this lead to terrible difficult for the daily task of surviving. I was completely unaccustomed to digging for eatable roots and climbing enormous mountains for a handful of awful tasting berrys, and so I was soon hospitalized on account of starvation.