I have this bowl, see. Actually, it’s three bowls, but let’s pretend for a moment that it’s one. It’s hard. It’s plastic. I have this notion that it started its life as Blue Bonnet Margarine container, though I could be fabricating that.
There’s nothing really all that remarkable about it. Except for the fact that I’ve had it since I was a kid. Every day I filled my bowl with cereal. Fruity Pebbles. Lucky Charms. Cocoa Crispies. When I was old enough, I’d fill my bowl with cereal and go to the living room and curl into my dad’s recliner, eating my cereal and watching cartoons or Gilligan’s Island, alternating between feeling grown up and feeling very small and protected in Dad’s big comfy chair.
Eventually I did grow up, and somehow I managed to sneak out of my parent’s house with my bowl. I think the first one came with me when I moved into the dorm. College kids need a few dishes, after all, for those late night ramen noodle snacks. The second came home with some leftovers of some sort. The third… I just outright swiped that one. And, somehow I’ve managed to keep them with me through dorm rooms and ratty apartments and buying a house and getting married. Even when I recycled, gave away, or otherwise disposed of all those other college-era dishes, my bowls stayed with me.
I stopped using them for ramen noodles long ago. But that cereal addiction. That dies hard. Oh sure, somewhere along the line I switched to Nutty Nuggets and shredded wheat and raisin bran. But, my day just didn’t start without my plastic bowl of cereal.
Along came my son, and my bowls took on new life. They were used for circle templates, and hats, and to wash out the water color paint brushes and to make baking soda volcanoes. But, the rule was always that one stayed clean. One stayed “at the ready” for my morning bowl of cereal. One was designated “the mommy bowl.”
And, now, I’m going gluten-free. Kind of crazy for a girl that has hauled around her precious cereal bowl for more than 30 years, eh? I could tell you the whole sordid tale of how it came about. But, you’ve heard it before – from every gluten intolerant girl in the world. But, I can say this. It’s going to be an adventure – a great one. And, I want to share it with you and with everyone that has ever had to make a radical change in their diet. What will fill my bowl now? Come along with me and find out.