A settling whirlpool served, contained within a circular steel walled vessel, which fits within the palm of my hand. Bubbling with energy of my young effervescent mind. Brimful with the bribe offered to wake me up every morning – until middle school – or so I think. It’s fragrance meandering, reaches my nostrils, drawing out memories of lazy mornings from forgotten corners of my pulpy, boxed up brain. It’s colour, the colour of my clothes on a rainy August evening, boasting my boisterous endeavours on mudroads leading to my house. Each sip a reminder of humble taste we collectively admired. Back when it came in just two flavours. Back when I completed with my siblings to be the first one to be handed the drink. Back when my taste and appetite determined food intake, not the blemishing glances from friends and passersby. Back when no one scorned at my choice of drinks. With each sip my thrist for something vicious fades away. Sipping the last drops, licking the remains adhering to the sides of the vessel, innocence grips onto me. The world seems to be a better place to live in… Even with whirlpools in it.
In other words… I had a tumbler of simmering Horlicks last weekend. A drink I don’t remember having in over a decade.
I woke up after a nine hour long sleep ( Yea 9 hours.. that pretty long for me right now. I miss those days where I could sleep for 12 hours straight. . But right now I am happy and satisfied even with a nine hour sleep 🙂 ). I was hungry, went into the kitchen. Nothing was “readily edible” – you know all that raw ingredient stuff that should be cooked, combined and coagulated to make it edible – I was too lazy to cook and do stuff. I found the most edible raw edible food in the kitchen.. Cornflakes!! I could mentally imagine the yellow corn flakes swimming in a pool of white milk. After searching the entire kitchen I realised there was no milk.
I opened the fridge hoping to find juice (mentally speak to myself “healthy energy booster in the morning wow I am gonna have a productive day”) , instead what I found was the most famous carbonated drink in the universe – Coca-Cola.
I still was extremely hungry and lazy so weighed my possibilities of eating the cornflakes without any fluid and having it with a fizzy fluid. I had a few cornflakes and internally heard my teeth crush the shapeless flakes, but the coke kept urging me to pour into into the bowl of cornflakes. I looked at the bowl and the cornflakes looked so lonely. I did what anyone whit a heart would do.. poured coca-cola into the bowl of cornflakes and ate it.
It fizzed a bit and it tasted all right. Its the after effect that one should worry about. Had a bit of nausea, drank water and now I fell alright.
I started googleing to find out if I could die after the stupid food stunt i pulled, didn’t find any thing supporting my death after consuming cornflakes with cola.
Water! Water! Why couldn’t I think of having cornflakes with water?! *face palm*
And the irony…… I was watching Masterchef Australia while I ate my breakfast.
This is the weirdest breakfast I have had. Have any one of you had something weirder than this for breakfast?