A FAVOURITE CEREAL BOWL

A person over on the East Coast postulated that people who did not have a favourite cereal bowl were weird. An extraordinary opinion, with which I must disagree. It is absurd. I do not eat cereal, considering it a vile substance that reflects a severe North American Protestant upbringing and set of cultural biases, plus reminiscent about strange beliefs about the digestive system from over a century ago.

The opinionator in question is a nice orthodox Jewish person. But obviously he has been infected with all of that. And American cereals, being for the most part kosher, were probably happily absorbed in his milieu. Obviously in lieu of the warm toasted bacon, egg, and cheese muffin or breakfast burrito that all the heathen Irishmen around them ate, which didn't exist a century ago when they were surrounded by heathen Irishmen instead of New Jersey.


A friend in that same East Coast environement commented: "They probably don’t even care which coffee cup they use!"

What?!?


"They probably don’t even care which coffee cup they use!"


I am offended to the limits of outrage at that remark.
I am vibrating in my seat. The nerve!
How dare you!

Ma'am, I will have you know that the ancestral coffee cup, which I've had forever since I found it one day at a local grocery and kitchen supplies store over fifteen years ago, has been selected over all others regularly. And it will be passed down to my descendants.

Having a favourite coffee cup is a mark of mental stability and a sound intellect.
Whereas a cereal bowl marks one as neurotic and unstable.
A doubtful person, to say the least.


There have been several favourite coffee cups over the years. The one made by Hsin-chuen Lin unfortunately ended up with a cracked handle (probably a minor clump in the clay which destabilized because of heat-stress over the years), the pale avocado green glazed match to the one pictured above collided with the bathroom floor one day a few months after a hospital visit (for a procedure which gave me a brand new lease on life) six years ago, the lovely big broad brilliant grass green cup developed a crack down to the bottom, and my actual current cup is like the one above but narrower, sort of a semi-matte tomato red hue.

These are important details. I repeat: mental stability.
And a sound intellect, very active and sparky.


Cereal bowls can never be thus.



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