Things I know that you might want to

If you Google American Harvest Cereal, you will not find it. Until, of course, Google indexes this blog I am writing, in which case you will link back to my blog. 🙂

Multi Bran Chex Cereal, 14-Ounce Box (Pack of 6)American Harvest Cereal tasted a lot like today’s Multi-Bran Chex, only better. and it was my all-time favorite breakfast cereal the year I found out that Grand Rapids, Michigan is a test market for new products that may or may not hit the big time.

I may have been one of the first children to ever eat American Harvest Cereal! My grandpa was store manager for the Grandville IGA, and when the salesmen gave out samples, Grandpa tested them on me.

American Harvest Cereal made a big hit with me, so Grandpa ordered it for the IGA, and my parents bought it faithfully, and I ate it every morning for several months.

Furthermore, I saved up box tops and mailed them in to receive some sort of toy they were promoting – I believe you needed 10 or 12 box tops – so that was a lot of cereal for one little girl to eat, and I did it gladly. The toy was of little import, and that’s a good thing, because by the time I had sent in my box tops, they had quit producing the cereal, and that came as quite a jolt, since I liked it so much.

That’s when Grandpa explained to me that G.R. was a test market.

Over the years I’ve fallen in love with other new products, only to have them suddenly disappear from store shelves when it turned out that I, and perhaps 3 other Grand Rapidians, were the only people on earth who bought the new products.

Which brings me to my purpose in blogging here tonight. I need you people to start buying wax paper!

My last few trips to the various grocery stores in town have revealed to me a dearth on the store shelves of wax paper – either brand names or store brands!

Now I realize wax paper is an old, not a new product. But since I still live in Grand Rapids, my fear is that a test is being run to see if Grand Rapidians can survive without wax paper … and if we can get along without it, then all of America will wake up one day soon and wax paper will have gone the way of the dodo bird.

So I’m going to teach you all how to wrap a sandwich in wax paper. And I’m going to explain to you why on earth you would want to wrap a sandwich in anything. And, if need be, I’m going to teach you how to make a sandwich.

And I’m going to teach you how to reheat home-made food in the microwave, using wax paper to cover the dish. And I’m going to explain why it’s better to cover the dish with wax paper than with plastic wrap. And if need be, I’m going to teach you how to cook your own food so that you will have leftovers to reheat in the microwave, covered with wax paper.

But first, the economics. Let’s assume you have already found it useful, once or twice in your life, to wrap a sandwich in something. Or, that you have already found it useful, once or twice in your life, to cover a plate of microwavable  leftovers with something.

So here’s the deal, I just bought what I fear may be the last roll of wax paper in America! I paid $1.25 for it, and it will last me about a year. It is biodegradable, and it doesn’t melt and stick to your food when you nuke it.

I need you all to go see if you can find wax paper in a store near you. If you can find it, buy it now! Then report back to me and I will do the follow-up blogs on how to make and wrap sandwiches, and how to cook food and then reheat leftovers.

Oh, and when you go to your local store to buy wax paper, be sure you tell them that Rani Kaye in Grand Rapids sent you! Thanks!

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English: Grand Rapids, Michigan, United States, panorama at night. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


For thee, not ye

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I’ve been troubled all week, for the sake of my friend: He’s a young mission intern, stationed (so-to-speak) in Bethlehem, on the Palestinian side of the Wall.

I first heard of the trouble in Gaza a week ago by way of my Facebook News Feed. It was getting mighty noisy, comin’ out of Bethlehem.

Last night I read on Facebook that my friend was drained of emotional energy from it all. So this morning when I got to work, I asked a friend or two to pray for him.

Then I checked Facebook again and discovered that the missile-lobbing was right in-his-face, and that he and his cohorts were probably evacuating, six hours previous.

Well then I got totally alarmed, and pulled out all the stops. I set the whole dang Michigan Methodist prayer chain in motion.

Came home from work at 1 p.m. My husband told me, don’t worry – Hillary’s on her way over there.

Me? I continued just in prayer.

And as I did the dishes, I was thinking: If Jesus came to calm the tribes from fighting, He could separate the peoples into their clans and give them each their apportioned land.

But what would he do with those of us who, like me, are mixed-breed people?

And I thought, well maybe he’d have us choose a clan.

In which case I would choose aboriginal American, I think (i.e., Indians).  If they would go back to old-fashioned ways, that is.

But I don’t suppose anybody is ever going to go back to living more harmoniously with nature, are they? And Jesus is probably NOT going to come physically back here to calm the clans and settle the land disputes anytime soon, either.

So meanwhile, setting aside my daydreams as I wash the dinner dishes – finally, about 2 p.m. (give-or-take) Eastern Standard Time, my iPhone starts chirping as my Twitter alerts start feeding me news that my friend is alive and shooting off his mouth re-tweeting all sorts of mid-eastern tweets.  Thank God!

So I calmed my own fears a bit, and finished out the afternoon. And realizing that SOMETHING must have happened “over there” I googled the words “cease fire” to see what was up. And yes – there was a cease fire between Hamas and Israel at 2 p.m. ET.

So my friend is safe. And I see this peace – as a gift of God – through whatever means it was brought about, be it Egypt, Hamas,  or Hillary Clinton. A peace for the answers to INDIVIDUAL prayers, for the sake of individual pray-ers. Because I guess I don’t figure God looks so much at us nationally as what He looks at us individually.

So the peace is for THEE, not for ye.

Blogging out of both sides of my brain

“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”
– The Animals (1964)

I’ve been blogging for a long time, and until very recently I did it all in one place, with an eclectic community of online friends and followers. That worked well for quite a while, but eventually my online friends started arguing with each other, and name-calling, in the comment streams of my blogs. So I mostly quit blogging.

And for a couple of years I spent the majority of my cyberlife on Facebook, enjoying the company of the people I know “in real life.” My real-life friends are also extremely diverse, and now that Facebook allows posts that are longer than one sentence, the fur has begun to fly in that cyberworld as well.

So far, I’ve kept my diverse Facebook friends from interacting with each other, by avoiding commenting on polarizing issues at all. I’ve simply internalized the conflict, and made my own self feel lousy because I realize that if I don’t keep my mouth completely shut, each group of friends of mine is gonna turn on me.

The problem is that I am in total solidarity with each of them on some points that are important to me, but in total solidarity with others of them on other points that are important to me, and I love them all, and wish that they all would love me as I am, not as they wish me to be. I mean it: I love them all. These are my real-life friends I’m talking about here. But I sure ’nuff don’t dare have a dinner party and invite the whole lot of them to interact with each other at my house! I’m afraid they’d tear my home to shreds in their anger with each other, and then they all would turn on me for loving THAT type of person.

Well, I’m tired of stifling myself. I’m a blogger, and a communicator, and I just really need SOME platform in my life where I can say what I want to say. So I’ve started blogging again. But nowadays I blog under two different names, three different email addresses, and five different blogs.  And I have turned off “Publicize” so that none of my Facebook friends will have a clue what I think about anything other than puppies and chocolate desserts.

Do any of the rest of y’all have this problem? What do you do to cope?