The centerpiece of the town I live in is a cereal factory. Every day, thousands of pounds of cereal poor out of our town and into boxes that will grace breakfast tables around the nation. The only real downside of having such a factory in a small town is that the trains that roll through here day in and day out are longer than our town, and when they stop to drop off and pick up cereal, all traffic across town stops too.<\/p>\n
But aside from the trains, it can be nice to wake up to the smell of crisping wheat on the wheat cereal days, or toasted rice on the rice cereal days. The chocolate cereal days remind me of baking cookies. It’s for all the world as if our town is your favorite grandma’s kitchen, and your grandma is a good baker.<\/p>\n
But this morning the wind was coming from a new direction – the direction of the turkey farm. On turkey days I wish I were a fish, or anything that can breath something other than air. This does not smell like grandma’s kitchen. Nor, ironically, does it smell like turkey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The centerpiece of the town I live in is a cereal factory. Every day, thousands of pounds of cereal poor out of our town and into boxes that will grace breakfast tables around the nation. The only real downside of having such a factory in a small town is that the trains that roll through … Continue reading Turkey Day<\/span>