Cereal dream
Jan. 24th, 2012 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davidnIt occurs to me that living in America is like being put into another dimension where human progress happened in a slightly different order. They can, for example, conjure those perfectly believable blue and orange lines on to the pitch out of nowhere during a televised game of what here got called 'football', but they still haven't quite let go of the Biblical creation myth or seen its irrelevance to politics. On a more mundane level, Crunchy Nut cereal has only just lost its "New!" banner on the top of the packet here, despite it having been invented quite some time ago in the time stream I used to inhabit.
I had a dream last night in which I was clearing out a pantry cupboard, and I found an old box of them at the back of a top shelf. I opened the packet and found that instead of the normal contents you would expect, the airtight bag instead contained five or six enormous sheets of completely flat cornflake material. In real life, the thought of it sounds quite uncanny and slightly revolting, but in the dream I started enthusing that this was a packet from the time before they were cut to the right shape for you, and you had to break off a large piece and then crumble it into cornflakes yourself.
I think that the dream came from a conversation that happened a few days ago, about why plain British crisps are still called "Ready Salted" flavour - because it's an archaic term that was once used to distinguish them from the crisps where the salt came in a little blue sachet, and you had to hunt through the bag for it, tear it open and then shake it into the crisps manually.
I had a dream last night in which I was clearing out a pantry cupboard, and I found an old box of them at the back of a top shelf. I opened the packet and found that instead of the normal contents you would expect, the airtight bag instead contained five or six enormous sheets of completely flat cornflake material. In real life, the thought of it sounds quite uncanny and slightly revolting, but in the dream I started enthusing that this was a packet from the time before they were cut to the right shape for you, and you had to break off a large piece and then crumble it into cornflakes yourself.
I think that the dream came from a conversation that happened a few days ago, about why plain British crisps are still called "Ready Salted" flavour - because it's an archaic term that was once used to distinguish them from the crisps where the salt came in a little blue sachet, and you had to hunt through the bag for it, tear it open and then shake it into the crisps manually.
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Date: 2012-05-11 11:51 pm (UTC)