Years ago, a cereal company had this promotion going on where they included a computer game on a CD in each box. I remember one time when I really wanted the game but didn't like the cereal. So as soon as we got the groceries home, I opened the box, grabbed the game out of it, and handed the box to my dad. He asked what he was supposed to do with it.
"Eat it," I told him. "I just wanted the game, and you can have the rest of it."
Since my dad liked that kind of cereal, it was a mutually satisfying solution.
My dad was stuck eating many boxes of cereal we coerced him into buying just for the toy.
You know a cereal is bad when none of us four kids would touch it. My dad would eat anything, though, as his mother was a terrible cook so his taste buds were destroyed in his youth.
I was surprised to learn from a German obituary that his company buys more than 2/3 of the world's hazelnut production as the recipe requires 10 nuts per jar. (That explains why in November I had such a hard time to get 1 lbs for my gingerbread!)
What's so mean is that as a general rule unhealthy things are so much tastier than healthy ones.
