Went on a quest for frosted lemon cheerios, decided to write a little silly ASMR monologue to send in to The Empty Bowl podcast:
Hello Dan, Justin, and my fellow sailors of the vast, milky sea. My name is Sofia and I’d like to tell you about my harrowing quest for gold and glory: ie, the limited edition frosted lemon cheerios.
To set the scene, I currently live in northern California and in the way of many Californians I do not often grocery shop—or, at least, not at stores that carry American cereals. Several episodes ago, Dan expounded on the merits of the limited edition frosted lemon cheerios with such enthusiasm even in ASMR tones that I knew I had to try it. With that, and my own life long obsession with lemon flavored foods, I began my search.
Like any fool at the start of their journey, I underestimated the trials and tribulations I would go through:
The first grocery store I tried, Safeway, I arrogantly assumed would have the treasure I sought. But when I went to the cereal aisle, I did not find it. Classic, frosted, apple cinnamon, very berry, chocolate strawberry, strawberry banana, all of these were present, but no frosted lemon—not even an empty gap in the shelves to show that Safeway even stocked it. Disheartened, I left, but the siren call would haunt my dreams.
A few days later, I tried another grocery store, Lucky’s. Despite its name, this again ended in failure. A few days after that, I tried Target thinking, perhaps, it’s a matter of regionality—that the far reach of Target would guarantee the presence of that which I sought.
And again, failure.
Possesssed, I researched online for more details on my white whale—I even considered buying from Amazon, but at thirteen dollars a box plus shipping, I would not make that deal with the devil. And so I followed the trail of clues: I knew definitively it had been released at Kroger’s but there are no Kroger’s in my area. I knew there was a connection between Kroger’s and Ralph’s, but when I searched for a Ralph’s in my area the only hint of it was a former Ralph’s that had been replaced by a Walmart. In desperation, I went.
For a fourth time, failure.
I considered: would I have to live my life absent of frosted lemon cheerios or would I have to sell my soul and give in to Jeff’s foul domination of e-commerce?
This dilemma tormented me until I remembered: for Mother’s Day I would be traveling to southern California with its own set of regional grocery stores.
And so I went to the land where Ralph’s still existed, and as if a sign from the cereal gods themselves, when I walked through those sliding doors the cereal aisle was directly in front of me. In the cheerios section I was again presented with the same varieties as before, but there was a strange gap in the shelves above my eye line. Straining, I saw it: a single box of frosted lemon cheerios stood. Finally, my quest was complete.
But then, as if to reward me for my perseverance, a second box was revealed. However, with it a final test: it was placed so deep into the shelf, it was out of reach. Thankfully, my sister, taller and thus with a longer wingspan was also present, but even she had to use another box of cereal to knock it down enough to be within her grasp.
And so, riding the high of success, I bought three boxes of cereal that day: the two boxes of frosted lemon cheerios and the one box we used to reach them which was, thankfully, blueberry cheerios and which I hope will be a good mix in for those good, good complementary flavors.
After having consumed an entire box of frosted lemon cheerios, I can confirm that all the heartbreak and effort was worth it.
Before the year draws to a close I wanted to take a moment to reflect on the best (and worst) cereals of 2023. I appreciate you all coming on this cereal ride with me this year, and can't wait to see what cereals 2024 has in store!
Top three cereals of 2023:
1. Frosted Lemon Cheerios - How tragic it is that these Cheerios were a limited time offer, such was their creativity and deliciousness. As it is, I picked them up on a trip to the States in April and had to be satisfied with one singular box of delight. Here's hoping that the summer of 2024 sees Frosted Lemon Cheerios return with a citrussy flourish.
2. Crunchy Nut Bites - An unexpected light in the darkness of these winter months, this has become a staple of my cereal shelf ever since that first box of them in November. Although a small and slightly expensive, it's hard to rival Crunchy Nut Bites for texture and joy. A welcome bowl of this cereal is a fine way to kick off the first morning of 2024.
3. South Korean Oreo O's - My white whale of cereal was finally acquired this year and lo and behind, I able to confirm what the online cereal community had previously stated. This is the best form of Oreo O's available. Rich, chocolaty and indulgent there is no improvement that can be had for this triumph of the form.
Honorable mention - Although I don't post anything personal on this blog it seems remiss to reflect on the year as such without including the best part of it. My adopted son Mr. Garlic, who is a big fan of sniffing all the cereal I try.
Now, for sadly the worst cereal of 2023...
IHOP Mini Pancake Cereal - The crushing domination of corn as a cheap base for cereal strikes again with this 'blueberry pancake' experience, included here in quotes for it was certainly not the flavor I experienced. A bad cereal is one thing, but a disappointing bad cereal is another and although I tried in my review to find a redeeming aspect of it, with the power of hindsight I spiritually banish this box of cereal to where it belongs... the trash.
Dessert:
brownies
muffins
cinnamon rolls
cheesecake
donuts
chocolate fondue
pudding
apple pie
pumpkin bread
pumpkin pie
chocolate chip cookies
sugar cookies
gingerbread cookies
biscotti
fortune cookies
shortbread cookies
oatmeal cookies
Angel food cake
carrot cake
cupcakes
fruit cake
cream puffs
flan
custard
Meringue
sorbet
s’mores
Fast food and restaurants:
McDonald’s
Carl’s Jr
Taco Bell
Panda Express
Jack-in-the-box
In-n-out
Chick-Fil-A
La Salsa
Dairy Queen
Baskin Robbin’s
Pizza Hut
Papa John’s
Roundtable
Domino’s
Johnny Rocket’s
Cho-cho San’s
Hot Dog On A Stick
Coldstone
California Pizza Kitchen
Red Robin
Ruby Tuesdays
Chili’s
Wendy’s
Burger King
Kentucky Fried Chicken
Subway
Tommy’s
The Cheesecake Factory
Arby’s
Quiznos
El Pollo Loco
TGIF
Applebee’s
Wienerschnitzel
IHOP
Islands
White Castle
Togo’s
Sonic
Popeyes
Orange Julius
Jamba Juice
Coffee Bean
Starbucks
Del Taco
Chuck E. Cheese
Baja Fresh
Macaroni Grill
Candy:
Red Vines
M&M’s
Snickers
Hershey’s kisses
Kissables
Kit-Kat
Nerds
Junior Mints
Twizzlers
Tootsie Rolls
Jelly beans
Swedish Fish
Skittles
Starburst
100 grand
3 Musketeers
Airheads
Almond Joy
Baby Bottle Pops
Baby Ruth
bottle caps
Butterfinger
Reese’s Cup
Fast Break
Twix
cotton candy
chocolate coins
Dots
Hot Tamales
jaw breakers
Jolly Ranchers
Laffy Taffy
Lemonheads
lifesavers
Mike & Ike
Milkduds
Milky way
Mr. Goodbar
Nestle’s crunch
Payday
pixie sticks
pop rocks
Push Up pops
Runts
Smarties
Snow Caps
Sugardaddy
Sweet Tarts
Tic-Tacs
York Peppermint Patties
Warheads
Non-alcoholic drinks:
Rootbeer
Lemonade
Orange juice
Grape juice
Capri Sun
Coke
Diet Coke
Diet Pepsi
Pepsi
7up
Sprite
Mountain Dew
Hawaiian Punch
Dr. Pepper
Apple juice
hot cocoa
Kool-Aid
cappuccinos
frappuccinos
lattes
espresso
energy drinks
Vanilla Coke
Cherry Coke
Fanta
Arizona Green Tea
Squirt
Gatorade
Iced tea
Green tea
Chamomile tea
White tea
Oolong tea
Jasmine tea
Chai tea
Snapple
apple cider
Alcoholic drinks:
Wine
Sake
Shochu
Vodka
Bourbon whisky
Irish whisky
Canadian whisky
Bloody Mary
Rum
Absolut
Brandy
Scotch
Cognac
Tequila
Gin
Wine cooler
Smirnoff
Marc
Sidecar
Tonic
Pina Colada
Martini
Alabama Slammer
Daiquiri
Margarita
Cape Cod
Flying Horse
Kamikaze
Screwdriver
Rusty Nail
Cajun Strawberry Soda
Mimosa
Champagne
Cascade
Fosters
Sam Adams
Budweiser
Coors
Harpoon
Milwaukee’s Bes
Disclaimer: do not eat anything you are allergic, intolerant, or sensitive to! Moderate your diet according to your needs. Seek a dietician's help with this if needed.
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* = only taste safe-- not meant to be eaten straight but eating a little won't kill you
Glitter bottles, potions, glowsticks, cleaning products: cake luster dust in any beverage, edible fluorescent colorant in any beverage, citrus juice, water with lemon, water with orange, water with grapefruit, water with other citrus fruit, dyed beverage
Inedible plants and flowers: lettuce, spinach, kale, cabbage, peas, carrots, corn, pumpkin, other veggies, watermelon, peach, apple, mango, banana, dragonfruit, pineapple, grapes, cherries, strawberries, other fruits, dried fruits, skins of some fruits/vegetables, mushrooms, seeds, nuts, herbal tea, dandelions, other edible flowers, herb seasonings, edible tree bark, breath strips, edible rice paper, edible sugar paper, edible money wafers, edible grass candy, cotton candy, gushers, wax bottle soda candies, decorative sugar pieces, gel/juice-filled gummies/candy, gel/juice-filled gum*, shredded gum*
There’s multiple pics of york Pattie’s bc I couldn’t stop eating them (minis) and they are making me so violently sick rn and I had so much regret I starting having a freak out over it
(Not pictured, cereal bag of 4 cereals!!)
Me and my boyfriend are also rewatching bojack
TW CALORIES
-1/4c strawberry and chocolate cheerios(35)
-1/4c chocolate Chex mix (45)
-1/4c Cinnamon Toast Crunch (32.5)
-1/4ish cup Frosted Flakes I don’t remember
-1/4ish cup Frosted Flakes I don’t remember
2 cookies n cream kisses (52)
-Had McDonald’s again bc they were having pizza and I literally wanted to die over this
-10p nugs (420)
-med fry (320) my boyfriend took my leftovers
-sundae (330)
-1.7 sweet n sour sauce (counting for 2-100)
-tried a moon pie for the first time with my boyfriend (80 bc I had half)
-I have 4 pics of yorks but I’m pretty sure I had more? So I’ll say (250)
-lemon lime ice (5)
-2 tums bc it turns out having too much peppermint candy causes nausea and other stomach problems…
I’m feeling SO extremely guilty and disgusted and I actually really want to cry but I can’t, I hate myself so much and I’m mad because idk what my actual weight was today bc of the monitors, but ik once I get the monitors off I’ll be working my ass off and restricting more than I am in case I put on weight from today and the scale was pretty accurate today
I’m so so so SO FUCKING MAD AT MYSELF
like honestly this pain is so bad rn I’d rather deal with hunger pain than whatever tf this spicy butt pain is
I’m getting too comfortable but like I’m serious, the past 2 days I’ve been severely gassy, and I NEVER am, and I think it’s bc I’m eating like shit
I need my veggies and fruits ugh, but I feel like shit bc I hate myself but then I hate myself bc I feel like shit
Anyway the heart pain wasn’t too bad today, only 4 clicks, kinda annoying bc ofc I’m not having the severe pain I normally do, but I’m thankful I’m not feeling that pain though
But I get to take these off at 11am tomorrow, I was told not to itch but since I’m allergic to adhesive it was getting painful so I did small itches
TMA Entity Genshin Impact Alignments Still Pending, But Here Is How Every Currently Playable Character (and Paimon and La Signora)’s (English) Voice Looks, Feels, Smells, And Tastes, Because Magnused Archives Is Hard, But Synesthesia Is Just Kind Of A Thing That I Have.
Aether: Closest to hex code #967510, feels like the way a silicone spatula does on the bottom of a saucepan just as well-stirred milk is about to start boiling in earnest, smells like new sawdust, tastes like the bagel chips in commercial Chex Mix.
Albedo: Closest to #e5d5a6, feels like how I’d imagine being bodily dragged smoothly but at a fair pace across a floor made of whatever’s in those green chalkboards would feel, smells like sandalwood and black pepper, tastes like black tea with half-and-half and sugar steeped for 5 minutes in water that’s not quite hot enough.
Amber: Closest to #0f2bff, feels like the surface of new Thinking Putty (the kind without bits in it), smells like black coffee, tastes like the aftertaste of some kinds of strong ginger ale, almost reminiscent of cherry tomatoes.
Barbara: Closest to #fff48b, feels like a cold, rather heavy metal ball resting on the upturned fingers of one’s left hand resting on a thoroughly sanded but unvarnished wooden table, smells like sour cream, tastes like one of those containers of plain Greek yogurt with blueberry compote at the bottom before you’ve mixed the blueberries into the rest of the yogurt.
Beidou: #8b51ab, feels like pressing down on both sides of your lower jawbone with my thumbs almost until it starts to hurt, smells like old but still unrusted metal, tastes like thyme and lavender.
Bennett: Closest to #ba825e, feels like pine knot smoke in the back of your throat, smells like rust and carrots, tastes like a soy sauce-flavored Top Ramen seasoning packet dissolved in potato soup.
Chongyun: Closest to #8bd2c9, feels like being pushed gently forwards with a flat hand between your shoulderblades, smells like brined straw mushrooms, tastes like cardboard.
Diluc: Closest to #7e5900, feels like the crook of a long-handle umbrella rested against the beginnings of your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and the apple of your cheek, smells like canned iced tea, tastes like stick cinnamon.
Diona: Closest to #dbb5e5, feels like being smacked across the nose with a length of bubble tape, smells like sweetened condensed milk and honeysuckle, tastes like black cherry ice cream.
Eula: #9586c3, feels like a length of exceptionally fine chainmaille being draped around the entirety of your neck, from the top of your spine downwards, smells like raspberry lemonade, tastes like lightly chilled vanilla coffee creamer.
Fischl: Closest to #ff78f3, feels like the split second after sticking a wooden coffee stirrer down your throat as far as it will go before your body realizes just how much the coffee stirrer should not be where it is, smells like Bath & Body Works’ A Thousand Wishes body mist, tastes like canned pears.
Ganyu: Closest to #b8a4ba, feels like a cotton-gloved hand being placed over the center of your face, not particularly lightly but not pressing down either, smells like turmeric and privet flowers, tastes like rose tea.
Hu Tao: #a1c6e7, feels like a wing feather swiped in a shallow V across the back of your neck, smells like mango and almost-evaporated acetone, tastes like raspberry Yakult.
Jean: Closest to #45e12d, feels like a pitcher of room-temperature water being poured onto your collarbone, smells like pear jellybeans and clover, tastes like Mini Wheats.
Kaeya: Closest to #1a8981, feels like pulling a slightly oversized shirt on with just a little too much force, smells like cinnamon orange black tea, tastes like a formerly blue raspberry popsicle stick.
Keqing: Closest to #c3a6d4, feels like dragging your feet in rubber boots through the fastest part of a stream, smells like echinacea and chalk, tastes like pink homemade wedding mints.
Klee: Closest to #dbb46a, feels like a paint-soaked cotton ball thrown at the side of your face, smells like silt loam early morning in mid-May, tastes like Cheerios.
La Signora: Closest to #5b767c, feels like a wooden spoon dragged across the backs of your fingernails, smells like scratched river rock, tastes like cold chlorinated water.
Lisa: #dfdfdf, feels like a silk scarf tied around you at your upper arms just tightly enough to make moving freely difficult, smells like warm silver, tastes like raspberries.
Lumine: Closest to hex code #aed6cf, feels like when you first apply particularly slippery hand sanitizer, smells like light blue Gatorade, tastes like cashews.
Mona: #c5e391, feels like a sprig of catchweed brushed over the most calloused part of your hands, smells like cherries, tastes like orange honey.
Ningguang: Closest to #7a063b, feels like rolled-up tinfoil between your teeth, smells like dust, tastes like nutmeg.
Noelle: Closest to #dbb27f, feels like a cordial but decisive handshake, the sentiments behind which would have been better suited to a high-five, smells like strawberries, tastes like sunflower seed butter.
Paimon: Closest to hex code #fbcce8, feels like a particularly plush fleece blanket tossed against the left half of your face, smells like strawberry ice cream, tastes like an almost-ripe peach.
Qiqi: #ffffff, feels like the way mile-a-minute leaves prick the backs of your hands, smells like rye flour, tastes like ice and coconut water.
Razor: Closest to hex code #747857, feels like a dishrag, meant more for scrubbing than for comfort, to the forehead, smells like ballpoint pen ink and spicebush leaves, tastes like toasted pumpernickel bread crust.
Rosaria: Closest to #a99aae, feels like putting on a fluffy coat whose sleeves don’t quite cover your hands, smells like cardamom, tastes like chamomile tea.
Sucrose: Closest to hex code #ddeca6, feels like washing your hands, smells like plain buttercream frosting, tastes like avocado.
Tartaglia: #7197d8, feels like the wood grain on a well-aged but well-maintained support column in a hotel lobby, smells like eggshells, tastes like mashed barley and cold iron.
Venti: Closest to #f40a5d, feels like the way your clothes cling to you after the first proper downpour in living memory, smells like violets and Play-Dough, tastes like cherry Kool Aid.
Xiangling: #ecc008, feels like the inside of a corrugated cardboard coffee cup sleeve, smells like honey mustard, tastes like orangeade.
Xiao: Closest to hex code #a9a591, feels like the paper backing to a sheet of sandpaper, smells like mint and ozone, tastes like paper towels.
Xingqiu: #00a9db, feels like a feather shaft splintering between your teeth, smells like Vicks Vapo-Rub and watercolor paints, tastes like glass and nettles.
Xinyan: Closest to #ce5503, feels like riding a bike over a stretch of rounded uneven stones at such a pace that you’re not unsteady, but not quite fast enough to achieve any sort of airtime, smells like tomatoes, tastes like seasoned dry block ramen.
Yanfei: Closest to #eec4a8, feels like someone braiding your hair, gently but faster than one would expect, smells like lemon, tastes like thin cotton yarn.
Zhongli: Closest to hex code #576954, feels like having a large glass ball rolled across the back of your hands through a fleece blanket, smells like new potting soil, honey, and thyme, tastes like Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar, steeped for an appropriately long time and somehow kept at the right temperature for the entirety thereof.
Initial impressions: as I have been burned by ‘limited edition’ flavours before, I was sceptical when I first heard Cheerios were releasing these. Citrus and cereal don’t often go well together. However, upon hearing a glowing review on The Empty Bowl, a podcast that my own cereal reviewing career takes much inspiration from, I knew I needed to try them.
Post bowl thoughts: I was a fool to have doubted the master cereal craftsman at General Mills, as Cheerios once again prove themselves the most consistent base for any and all flavourings. The lemon here is clear, crisp and bright, bringing a wonderful freshness that is complemented by the underlying sweetness that rounds out the spoon. As mentioned on The Empty Bowl, the taste is strikingly reminiscent of lemon bars. The unmistakable presence of lemon does, I think, suffer from the lack of any tartness or bitterness that serves to make lemon such an important inclusion in so many other deserts.
This slight lack of depth not withstanding, Frosted Lemon Cheerios taste like the beautiful promise of summer. The mediative chewing experience brings to mind the freedom and sleepy content of idling away a long evening with friends as a warm breeze disturbs the grass you recline on.
A comfortingly sweet milk is left, that, as you reverently lift the bowl up to your mouth for the final slurp, leaves you with a perfect farewell to such a sublime cereal experience.
Sleepless hours trickled past as I lay huddled under a fortress of blankets, waiting for the alarm to go off. I rubbed my stinging eyes, and sat up in bed, shivering in the freezing AC. I hastened to quiet my alarm before it woke the prison wardens - that's a special word for family. With all my will, I removed myself from the blanket fortress, and flipped on the light, blinking in stark contrast to the pitch darkness I found security in. I glanced at the mirror on my wall, disappointed but not surprised. As I stood up, haze clouded my vision, and static flooded my head.
I fell back onto the bed in a rush of pins and needles. I sank onto my knees to the floor from my bed, to hastily retrieve my clothes scattered upon the floor. I squeezed into my sports bra, and began the lengthy process of layering tank tops with shirts with sweaters with hoodies, leggings with jeggings with sweatpants, socks with socks with socks - and more socks. I struggled to get my socked feet into my red sneakers. Into my pockets, I stuffed my phone and headphones, and a little box with my pipe, bud, and a lighter. I sipped on water as I peeked out the window, noticing that the sun had yet to rise, before I began the descent into madness. I turned off the light, closed my door without a sound, and tiptoed down the tiled hall to silently slip out the front door. I stashed my little pot box beneath an evergreen, then trudged up the hill towards the sidewalk.
I gave a few shakes of each leg to loosen my muscles, as I plugged in the headphones and chose my playlist of songs with intense climaxes and heavy breakdowns. At the first note, my heart rate preemptively elevated. I sprang into a light jog, the piercingly cold November air practically slicing my cheeks. The sun was only a tease of dim light hidden behind the horizon. Being atop a tall hill, I gazed below onto the misty winter countryside, the barren trees floating by as I sprinted. The burning in my fingers and toes subsided into numbness, and each dry breath hitched in my sore chest. With each footstep I felt the reverberation of my jiggling thighs. As my stomach cramped, and I wanted to lay down in the frosted grass, I rested my hand onto my absent ribs, snuffed under layers of clothes and flesh. I ran harder. I didn't count laps, there was no end goal, no ribbon, no finish line, no winning this race. I'm finished when my knees buckle, until the next moonlit morning.
Panting, nearly heaving, I trudged downhill, the melting frost soaking through my worn-down sneakers. Once safe behind the evergreen, sheltered from any prying eyes, I unpacked my little box. I squatted to use my thighs as a table (they're surely huge enough) to set down the pipe as I packed in the fluffy weed. After several failed attempts, I finally managed to light the bowl with my numb fingers. The first breath of warm smoke after I'd been gasping such freezing air burned my hoarse throat, and as it filled my lungs I relaxed. With my exhale, I released a gorgeous cloud that dissolved into the gradually lightening sky.
I snuck back into the living room, the AC nearly as cold as outside. As my door clicked shut, the first stirrings of morning life emerged. Through our shared wall, my sister's alarm blared incessantly. I shed my layers, tossing them back to the floor where I found them, slipped on my black fuzzy robe, and tied my unwashed hair into a greasy bun. I stuffed my headphones and tiny bud box into the front pocket of my leather backpack, then headed toward the bathroom. On my way, I heard my mom's door creak open, and I hurriedly slipped away behind the safety of a locked door. I ran the water hot, tossed the robe onto the counter, and stepped into the delightful ecstacy of warmth. As I looked to the water spiralling down the drain, I noticed the strawberry-red color of my fingertips and toes thawing. I shivered under the water for who knows how long, until rapid knocks interrupted my peace. I shut off the water and bundled myself in a towel, grabbed my robe, and opened the door.
"You took a shower, but you didn't wash your hair? That's disgusting." My sister remarked. "Save it, I never see you brush your teeth. Your teeth are gonna end up like your brain: full of holes." I shoved past her and hustled back to my room, sighing in annoyance. I dried off and quickly dressed in a huge grey sweater over a t-shirt, and black fleece-lined leggings. After taking down my hair, I tried to brush it but gave up, and tied it back in a high ponytail. I checked my phone to see no texts, set an alarm for fifteen minutes, and placed it on my desk. I opened my laptop, turned on some music, and went to Minecraft. After the fifteen minutes was up, I zipped up my boots and threw my backpack over my shoulder. I headed to the kitchen to retrieve my half-gallon of lemon water from the fridge. My mom was standing at the counter adding splenda to her black coffee. "Good morning," she croaked. "Good morning," I echoed politely as possible, grabbing my water and setting it on the counter next to my sister's sequined lunchbox. On cue, she appeared, and grabbed a bowl from the cabinet next to me. As she poured her lucky charms, mom commented, "Why don't you eat the cheerios? You know that shit is loaded with sugar. Y'know it can cause cancer-"
"Mom, c'mon," my sister interjected, "it's already in the bowl." I rolled my eyes and headed toward the door. My mom called after me, "So what, no breakfast?"
"I eat at school, you keep forgetting."
"They serve you crap there. You're letting them kill you."
"Them and everyone else," I grabbed my coat from its hook on the wall, and left.
Secure again behind the evergreen, I squatted to pack my second bowl, and puffed it as I scrolled mindlessly on my phone. My instagram and school email each had several notifications that I continued to diligently neglect. To my right, someone's footsteps crunched in the grass. I peeked through the leaves, relieved to see my sister's pink coat. She ducked behind the tree with me, and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket.
"Now that is disgusting," I commented as she lit one of her cancer-sticks. She dismissively shrugged her shoulders. After all of mom's lectures that everything is a carcinogen, it's no wonder my sister is so desensitized. We smoked in silence until we heard the distant screech of the bus braking at the top of the hill. I stashed my box underneath the tree in a shallow hole, and covered it with leaves. We sprinted to the bus stop, joining the rest of the high schoolers in the neighborhood as they filed into the musty vehicle. I took an empty seat near the middle and put my backpack next to me, while my sister went to sit with her friend group at the very back. I plugged in my headphones, adjusted my coat, and took my notebook from my backpack to finish the homework I should’ve done a week ago.
I dropped off my backpack in front of my first class on my way to the breakfast line. As I queued with the other students, I scrolled through the fashion inspiration pictures saved in my phone, in a special folder. My heart shattered at each flawless photo of people my age flaunting the clothes I wished I could wear. While moving slowly through the line, I grabbed a gatorade zero and an apple juice. Walking back to my first class, I passed several people I’d grown up with since elementary school, and as they talked amongst themselves like any happy normal teen, I seemed to phase right through them. I took my assigned seat near the front, and placed my notebook on the desk to hurriedly finish the homework.
Students rushed through the door as the bell rang. Whoever sits in front of me appeared to be absent, so I propped my feet up in the seat. I was still scribbling the last few answers onto my paper as the national anthem blasted over the intercom. My peers shot nasty looks at me as I remained seated while they stood. After all the sheep had finished baa-ing the pledge of allegiance, the teacher called for homework to be passed to the front. Amidst a symphony of zipping backpacks and rustling papers, two girls in the row next to me obnoxiously squabbled over a phone. “Let me see it!” one wailed. I sipped my apple juice while I observed the girls grappling to rip the phone out of the other’s hand. As they wrestled for the phone, it flew, like a projectile, and knocked the bottle out of my hand. I gasped in shock as the juice splashed all over me.
“What’s going on?” the teacher demanded. I sped over to her and presented my drenched clothes. “Can I please go change? I spilled my drink. I’m sorry,” I replied. “Oh, okay, go ahead. I’ll call the janitor.” I grabbed my backpack, and rushed out of the room.
I took a detour to my locker and grabbed my gym bag on the way to the bathroom. Once locked in the very back stall, I dropped my coat to the floor and pulled my sweater over my head. Relieved that my undershirt was surprisingly dry, I dug in my gym bag for a new long-sleeve. I pulled out the sneakers, shorts, and socks, emptied the bag, and my heart sank. The long-sleeve wasn’t there. Why the fuck isn’t my shirt in here? I sighed and held my head in my hands. What the fuck am I going to do? I shoved the wet clothes into my gym bag, put my sneakers on them, and stuffed in the clean clothes on top. Sitting on the bathroom floor, I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my arm on them. Damn it. Now I remember that I took my gym shirt home yesterday because I wanted to switch it with the red one, but I forgot to bring the red one today. Typical.
On my way down the hall, I noticed the custodian leaving my classroom. “Sir,” I called after him, “I’m so sorry you had to clean up my mess. Must have been a sticky situation." He chuckled, “It’s no issue, I’ve seen worse.” I smiled, and told him to have a good day. As I returned to my seat, the teacher called my name. “This is the assignment, hon, it’s just questions one through twenty on page 103 of your textbook. If you do twenty through thirty, you'll get bonus points,” she handed me the paper. As I outstretched my hand to take it, I followed her gaze to my lacerated forearm. I snatched the paper and hustled back to my seat, where I took out the textbook from my backpack and flipped through the pages. God, she saw my arm. She's going to tell on me, fuck, they're gonna call my mom again. How can I get out of this? What page did she say? 130? 113? I consulted the board, and saw it was blank. With no shoulder in front of me to peek over, I strained to glance at the neighboring row, and frantically combed through my book to find a page that looked similar to theirs. Someone got up and turned in their assignment before I even found the correct page.
Sitting in my second class, I skimmed over my notes for the test while I waited for the bell to ring. My left palm remained flat on the cold desk, sheltering my forearm. Throughout the class, I tried to be so invisible as to draw no attention to myself. I labored on each answer of the test, in an effort to bring up my grade, and consequently quiet my mom’s bickering. As I glanced around the room, I noticed other students finishing up while I lagged behind.
Knock knock.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Is Ren here?” asked a student assistant from the guidance counsellor’s office.
My teacher replied, “We’re in the middle of a test, can this wait?”
“Sorry, it’s urgent.”
“Ren, could you come here please?”
I brought my test with me, and gave it to the teacher, who notified me that I’ll need to finish it during lunch. I nearly held my breath as I approached the door. The assistant told me to go with him. I trailed him silently down the halls, and took a seat in the office. “Your counsellor will call you back in a minute,” he reported. With my arm in my lap, I glimpsed around the walls at all the motivational posters with meaningless quotes, heart pounding in my chest. I can’t fucking believe I let this happen. As I looked around, I noticed a girl sitting in the chair in front of me, who was entranced by the pastel blue, stickered, and bedazzled DSI in her hands. Her hair was half black and half lavender, divided into two long braids, and a pink sweater draped elegantly over her freckled shoulders. In her lap perched a white purse shaped like a cat. “I like your purse,” I blurted, “I love cats.”
Her chestnut-brown eyes drifted up to meet mine. “Thank you,” her voice was silky and small. “They’re my favorite. I have three, how many do you have?”
“I actually can’t have cats right now, my mom is allergic,” I admitted.
“That’s awful,” she pouted, “you should see mine.” She took out her yellow phone and showed me her lockscreen, a calico cat. “This is Muffin! She’s so old! And so chunky.”
“She’s adorable,” I smiled, and noticed I’d been biting my nails.
“So are you here for the group?” she inquired. I gave her a puzzled look.
“Uh, which group?” I asked, confused. Like, a high school version of narcotics anonymous?
“Y’know, the counsellors made a girls group,” she replied, “for our mental health.”
Oh.
“That sounds cool,” I sighed. It’s already uncomfortable enough that I have to use the women’s restroom. “So you should join!” she squealed. I looked to the floor, and noticed her sparkly sneaker was untied. “Your shoe is untied.” She raised her leg to inspect the shoe, and frowned. “I don’t know how to tie them,” she whined. I raised an eyebrow, and almost held my tongue, but offered, “I could do it for you.” She smiled and extended her foot to me. I knelt, and tied the laces in a double knot, then double-knotted the other shoe. “Thank you! You’re so nice. So if you aren’t here for the group, then what are ya here for?”
Silent, I looked at her, reaching for a possible explanation that wouldn’t freak her out. Her face softened, and she gestured to my arm. She saw. She hates me now. “Is it because of the cuts?” I nodded, my face burning red in shame. “It’s okay,” she reached out and patted my knee. “It’s just an inconvenience, right? Just an uncomfortable conversation, and then it’s over.”
“They’re gonna call my mom,” I confessed, “I don’t wanna get into it with her. I just got my door back a couple weeks ago. I seriously don’t want to do this again.” She stared at me silently, then her eyes suddenly lit up. She bent down to rummage in her cherry-print backpack, then tossed into my lap a light yellow jacket. “Maybe they won’t make you roll up the sleeves,” she chirped hopefully. “Thank you,” I slipped on the soft jacket and cringed at how tight the sleeves felt around my arms, realizing I probably can’t even zip it up over my stomach. She beamed, and a door clicked open. “We’re ready for you,” a counsellor informed the girl. She cheerfully stood up, waved bye to me, and disappeared into the room. Her jacket smelled clean and sweet, the way fresh snow looks like it should taste.
21 Shelf-stable meals for your Emergency food deliver
You’ve in all likelihood heard the recommendation to have an emergency meals supply and stock up on different simple wishes in response to the brand new coronavirus outbreak. That’s due to the fact professionals say it's miles possibly that we’ll see the new coronavirus (COVID-19) spread widely inside the U.S.
Proper now, the centers for ailment manage and Prevention (CDC) says that most people within the U.S. Have little immediate danger of exposure, but the usual danger evaluation varies extensively depending to your state of affairs (like if you’re in a network with an acknowledged outbreak, you’ve traveled to an area with an acknowledged outbreak, or you’ve been in contact with someone who has). It’s important to keep in mind that the scenario is unexpectedly evolving—and based totally on cutting-edge global circumstances, COVID-19 is likely to purpose an epidemic here in some unspecified time in the future, the CDC says.
The branch of the place of birth safety advises preparing for a potential pandemic using having a two-week delivery of food and water accessible (amongst different matters, like prescription and OTC meds). That manner, if quarantine does occur, you’re already set—and, as SELF previously reported, it’s virtually better to buy now so shops can reorder stock earlier than any capability shortages due to a pointy leap in demand and/or supply chain disruptions. (For extra professional advice on the way to get geared up for a probable pandemic, study 5 activities in case you’re concerned about Coronavirus inside the U.S. Or test the CDC emergency package checklist.)
Shelf-strong meals, especially, are your smartest buy for an emergency meal supply. That nonperishable merchandise can be stored thoroughly at room temperature and stay properly for weeks, months, or years without refrigeration (ever, or as a minimum until after starting), in keeping with the American branch of Agriculture (USDA) meals safety and Inspection carrier. That’s because they’ve been handled with the aid of heat and/or dried if you want to kill any microorganisms that can cause spoilage or foodborne illness, and then packaged in sterile, airtight containers like cans, bottles, pouches, and cartons, the USDA explains. (Shelf life varies, so test the expiration date on the packaging.)
Blanking on what the heck you should be buying? We’ve got a reachable list of shelf-strong ingredients for your emergency food supply intending to offer you tasty nourishment, pandemic, or no pandemic. First-rate case state of affairs, you wind up with some scrumptious and convenient greater food to your pantry.
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1 - Mac and Cheese
You might have a few boxes of this goodness on your shelves already.
This breakfast staple is super versatile in terms of toppings (literally anything) and cooking method (on the stovetop, in the microwave, or overnight).
Quaker Instant Oatmeal Express Cups, Honey & Almonds, $12 for pack of 12, Amazon
Canned chili
Vegetarian or meatless, spicy or mild—just heat and eat for a filling dinner.
Products to try:
Stagg Country Brand Chili with Beans, $8 for pack of 6, Amazon
Amy’s Organic Medium Vegan Chili, $3, Amazon Fresh
Granola/protein bars
Tasty bars are one of the best snacks ever, quarantine or not.
Products to try:
Kind Dark Chocolate Chunk Granola Bars, $3 for pack of 5, Amazon Fresh
RXBAR, Peanut Butter & Berries Protein Bar, $19 for pack of 12, Amazon
Quaker Chocolate Chip Chewy Granola Bars, $11 for pack of 58, Amazon
Dried fruit
The trail mix staple will help you get your daily servings of fibrous fruit and natural sweetness in. Maybe try a new kind—pineapple, mango, apple, banana, blueberries…
Products to try:
Mariani Mediterranean Apricots, $15 for pack of 4, Amazon
Newman’s Own Organic Prunes, $6, Amazon
Sunbest Mango Slices, $17, Amazon
Tuna pouches
Your best bet for Omega-3 fatty acids that last a long while. The plain canned stuff you had as a kid works, but there are also tons of flavorful varieties available in pouches today.
Products to try:
Bumble Bee Lemon & Pepper Seasoned Tuna, $12 for pack of 12, Amazon
Safe Catch Elite Wild Tuna, Chili Lime, $45 for pack of 12, Amazon
Milk
You’ve probably seen shelf-stable cartons of nondairy milk at the grocery store—soy, almond, rice, hemp. Dairy milk also comes in shelf-stable cartons and bottles.
Products to try:
Silk Original Soymilk, Original, $2, Amazon Fresh
Horizon Organic, Low Fat Organic Milk Box, $6 for pack of 6, Amazon Fresh
Silk Unsweetened Vanilla Almond Milk, Unsweetened Vanilla, $10 for pack of 6, Amazon Fresh
Canned veggies
Having a nonperishable source of vegetables is key in the event you can’t hit the grocery store.
If any fresh fruit you happen to have already goes bad or runs out, you’ll be happy to have the preserved stuff on hand. No peeling or slicing required!
Products to try:
Dole Diced Pears in 100% Juice, $2 for pack of 4, Amazon
Dole Crushed Pineapple in Juice, $18 for pack of 12, Amazon
Hearty soups
Opt for beefier varieties like minestrone, chicken noodle, or lentil vegetable, which contain several different food groups to make a meal in and of itself. Comes in cans and cartons.
Products to try:
Wickedly Prime Chicken Noodle Soup, $22 for pack of 6, Amazon
Amy’s Organic Chunky Vegetable and Lentil Vegetable, $25 for pack of 6, Amazon
High-protein Pasta
Pasta made with beans and legumes is extra high in protein, which is awesome if you don’t have access to the fresh proteins you might usually have at lunch or dinner.
Products to try:
Barilla Protein Plus Farfalle Pasta, $3, Amazon Fresh
Banza Chickpea Pasta Variety Case, $20 for pack of 6, Amazon
Cereal
You can’t go wrong with cereal, whether it’s a whole grain variety, a crunchy granola, or the “kids’ stuff.”
365 Everyday Value Chocolate Cherry Carnival Trail Mix, $7, Amazon
Navy Beans
Beans are one of the greatest sources of plant protein and fiber there is. Dried and canned are both shelf-stable. Any variety will do, but navy beans are particularly versatile.