i love sugary cereals and am always game to try anything on sale. which is how i got suckered into the new Fruity Cheerios. as it turns out, a sugary cereal with 25% less sugar equals little more than a bowl of bleh.
i was going to write a big long tirade about how unlikely it was that a simple fruit loops knockoff could go so incredibly wrong, but then i looked at the box.
now, i'm the dairy queen. part of the appeal of sugary cereals lies in their necessitation of dairy accompaniment. so i'm very well versed in milky matters.
and i'll go ahead and disclaim that i'm rather squeamish about food photography, because it's terribly difficult to shoot any kind of cuisine without making it look sweaty or grotesque.
but seriously. check out the milk in this spoon.
i know some menial exhausted and overworked twenty-something devoted long hard hours to the orchestration of that splash, but a photograph of frantic O's committing suicide to escape the amoeba that is so clearly about to ingest their fruity friends hardly seems the best marketing ploy.