Now remember, this was Australia circa the 90s, not America circa time immemorial. Therefore the variety pack had nothing as wondrous to children’s eyes as Lucky Charms, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or Reese’s Puffs. No, all my brother and I had to choose from were Rice Bubbles, Sultana Bran, Nutri-Grain (“Ironman food!”…thank you blatantly sexist advertising), Sustain, and one lonely box of Coco Pops.
One little lonely 30g box of Coco Pops. For an entire fortnight at Merimbula. With two kids in the family.
Would you like to know how my mother, my dear devoted darling mother, solved this riddle? This conundrum? This exercise in futility?
She’d choose one morning to be the Special Morning, and my brother and I would have to share the 30g box of Coco Pops. Eked out to a full bowl each via the addition of some scattered miserable Rice Bubbles.
And you wonder why I stopped taking Maths in Year Ten. Because those holiday mornings taught me that Maths is pain and the taste of soggy, half-strength Coco Pops, that’s why.
If only ten-year-old me at Merimbula had, back then, had access to a 20cm square baking tin, a bag of marshmallows, and the regular-sized box of Cornflakes that my mother would occasionally dip into for her breakfast.
I would’ve made this Cornflake Coconut Marshmallow Slice, and by golly! So much better than Coco Pops! By golly! My mother would not have been able to stop me.
(Side note: She totally would have stopped me. But, then again, my brother and I usually got to have waffle cones of ice cream at the beach several times each trip, so I wouldn’t have pouted for long. High five for sky-high scoops of honeycomb!)