I searched and searched but couldn’t find it anywhere. It became a treasure hunt. A pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. A needle in a haystack. A million to one. Extinct.
I knew it was too good to be true. All confirmed when I got a reply email from General Mills that said Peanut Butter Toast Crunch is no longer available… anywhere. Shortness of breath. Beads of sweat. What is happening?
I wouldn’t say it sent me into a spiraling tailspin of devastation, disappointment, denial, and flat-out rejection. It was more like a SPIRALING TAILSPIN OF DEVASTATION, DISAPPOINTMENT, DENAIL AND FLAT-OUT REJECTION!!!
There was no cereal that encompassed all the rich goodness peanut butter has to offer like Peanut Butter Toast Crunch. My world was rocked. Breakfast, as I once knew it, was over. Why? Why, I asked. But one person can’t change the mind of a corporation (although I was thankful they replied to my email inquiry).
Years went by. I went off to war with my buddy. He didn’t make it. I returned home and hugged my dad. I restored a big old house. Grew a beard. Wondered where my horse went. OK, that might be the story from The Notebook, and possibly War Horse, but you get the picture. A lot of time passed.
A few days ago, though, I went to pick up some groceries and there she was. All shiny and new. My Allie! She galloped back into my life and balance was restored. I totally did a double take in the store, and…took a picture. -Out of the Wilderness