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Messages from readers
like the ones below
make Boo Berry cry.

"Dear schliefkevision,
You have disgusted me, possibly beyond
oyster cracker disgust. Not quite, but close. I have not eaten a bowl of cereal since 2nd grade. It's not so much the sugary, crunchy goodness I am against, it's the soggy mess that crunch turns into when it is soaked in a liquid squeezed from a cows teat. Nonetheless, a feat worth documentation, I am just sorry I e-witnessed it.
Udderly disgusted,
C.G."

"Ugh.  You're more of a man than me.  I could never handle that crap.  I like my cereal like I like my women--square, brown, and full of soy milk...  Umm... Never mind.  I'm trying to say I like Wheat Chex."

There was also this one word response: "Ick"
 

SCHLIEFKEVISION READERS REPLY...
GROSS IS NOT THE WORD
November 1, 2004 - Apparently, some people out there don't know how to have a good time.  My story about
eating a box of Boo Berry in one sitting touched some nerves, and surprisingly, the least shocking response came from dear old Mom, who chastised me for my 'feast or famine diet' and a more balanced eating schedule would cure me of my self imposed stomach aches.  More motherly advice was passed along in the form of a question, "Perhaps you're eating too fast."

Of course, the heavy hitters appear on the left, below the newly designed Boo Berry, which drew its own share of negative reviews.  A google image search on Boo Berry shows what sugar ghostly goodness was.

But enough dancing around the issue, the very man whose near violent disgust over a childhood story prompted documenting the Oyster Cracker Sandwich story left a shocking impression on my little bones.  Backed up by a one word reply from his wife ('Ick"), I never realized reveling in sophomoric food behavior could stir such emotions in people. 

At least direct criticism of the cereal was left out of the fray, mostly.  One reader asked if Boo Berry actually contained 'oats'.  A conservative reader logged his comments by preferring the button up no-nonsense of Wheat Chex over crass, sweetened faux marshmallows floating in blue milk. 

I will admit blue foods freak me out.  A few years ago when America's lust for cheap, preprocessed foods started hitting its stride full on, blue food products became all the rage.  While American obesity rates increase at 60%, food manufacturers actually started selling colored ketchup, and blue and chocolate french, err, freedom fries.  Boo Berry always rose above the fray, as its blueness neither bothered me or was even questioned.  The cereal is blueberry flavored, so being blue only makes sense, and besides, the Boo Berry himself carried the same bluish haze around his cartoonish being. 

So what are SCHLIEFKEVISION readers questioning?  I believe it comes down to the milk, a vegan nightmare, one that can be replaced easily (and was suggested a record six different times) with soy milk.  You'll have to pry my cereal spoon from my cold, dead hand before you get me to start soaking my sweet goodness in hippie soy milk.  I'll struggle through heart breaks, poverty, Texas summers without air conditioning, and hour long painful stomach aches after drinking a half gallon of blue milk before I put milk that comes from some bean product in my cereal.

Defending milk?  Is that what my life has slipped to?  Yikes.

For more food related oddness, check out Chris Chappell's website and see what good eating is all about.


Is the milk the cause of all evil? 
And if so, doesn't making it blue make things better?