I was sitting here at my little lunch break thinking of really important issues. Like... when they have the nutrition facts on the back of a package, why are the Serving Sizes always so odd. For example, on a bag of Cheetos, the serving size is "about 21 pieces". About? If it's "about", why not just round it down to 20. Why 21? Also noted is that the serving size is "about 2". If my math is correct, and there's an excellent chance it is not, then that means there are 42 Cheetos in this package.
But, let's get to the heart of the matter. What is a Cheeto, really? Is a Cheeto a finger length sprig of dangerously cheesy goodness, or rather a knuckle-length morsel which brings on a severe case of cheesgasm? I don't know. Is it really necessary for the Frito-Lay Co. to label the bottom of the bag "Cheese flavored snack"? Was there a big board meeting where all of these high level execs sit around a large mahogany table and decide, "We need to let the consumer know that this isn't actually cheese, but instead, just cheese flavored snacks!" When three of the first five ingredients are Ferrous Sulfate, Niacin, and Thiamin Mononitrate, I'm gonna guess that this isn't a wholesome cheese snack derived from some fine wheel of cheese somewhere.
While we are talking about food, I think we need to talk about cereal for just a moment. In this day and age, when you always get a little less of the things you need in return for your hard-earned money, how is it that when I eat Raisin Bran and/or Lucky Charms I am bombarded with an unproportionally high amount of Raisin and/or Charm? I gotta tell you, Raisin Bran without the raisin is just plain Total. When I get a nice raisin in there, well, it's like a party in my mouth. But just like any party, you only want a few of your close personl friends. You don't want to open the door and have your biker buddy and his 56 member posse trailing in. You need some order! Just like Lucky Charms, I can't enjoy the magical deliciousness if my mouth is scraping through too many marshmallow treats. It's like eating packing peanuts with a few toasted oats thrown in. If you owned a cereal company, wouldn't you skimp a little on the "extras" and stay a little heavy on the filler? I would think! Apparently, this is the reason why cereal costs $4 freakin dollars a box.
I don't know. I think we need some federal legislation to straighten things out in the snack and cereal industry. Someone has to get a handle on the madness!
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Good Luck, Steve
At this point, I feel like I should start to post some very worthwhile things. Yet, I really don't have anything new and exciting to say. I could go into a long talk about how I went to the grocery this evening...yeah, that works!
A friend of mine, Steve, is retiring from work tomorrow. We are having a little carry-in lunch for him (this is the reason for the late night trip to the grocery). He's really a great guy who always made me laugh somehow. I can recount at least 10 different stories through the years of him doing something crazy at work that I'll never forget. The smokebombs under peoples cars...the Chevy Chase-like falls during company meetings. Walking around the off-site facility in his underwear, pretending like he didn't know you were there, talking on the phone telling the "other" person how hot it was over there and if he could "just get a fan". We've had a lot of great talks through the years. We've had a few good battles too. This is a man who skips his lunch to stop by your house to drop off a card for your newborn baby...all while wearing a doctors mask, for effect. Just a really good guy. I'll miss him much. Happy Trails, Steve and I know you'll enjoy your retirement.
A friend of mine, Steve, is retiring from work tomorrow. We are having a little carry-in lunch for him (this is the reason for the late night trip to the grocery). He's really a great guy who always made me laugh somehow. I can recount at least 10 different stories through the years of him doing something crazy at work that I'll never forget. The smokebombs under peoples cars...the Chevy Chase-like falls during company meetings. Walking around the off-site facility in his underwear, pretending like he didn't know you were there, talking on the phone telling the "other" person how hot it was over there and if he could "just get a fan". We've had a lot of great talks through the years. We've had a few good battles too. This is a man who skips his lunch to stop by your house to drop off a card for your newborn baby...all while wearing a doctors mask, for effect. Just a really good guy. I'll miss him much. Happy Trails, Steve and I know you'll enjoy your retirement.
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