My Graham Cracker ain't What it Used to Be (or F-O Nabisco)

Last year we built a fire pit. We spent countless hours outside roasting food and drinking cocktails by the fire. Now that it is merely snowing every other day, we are once again busting out the gourmet s'mores fixins and boxed wine.

Chase brought home a box of Honey Grahams and guess what?

Some genius at Nabisco decided to shrink my graham. I know there are foreclosures left and right and the unemployment rate is at 50% and Bernie Madoff's wife pissed away a third of our nation's GNP on handbags, but this shrinkage is a sure sign that the world is in real financial crisis. Wait until I tell the tea partiers about this nonsense at our next meeting.  I am sure Obama is to blame. 


Wait, was it my imagination?

I googled it and the internets don't lie people. Those sneaky bastards did indeed shrink my graham.

This observant consumer knows what I am talking about.


Did they think I would not notice?  My scientific s'more formula is now in the toilet. All that work perfecting my Cadbury to marshmallow to cracker ratio was all a big waste o' time. F me.

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Thanks a bunch Nabisco!

And don't get me started on their "whole grain" formula.  Despite being labeled a cracker, Mr. Graham and Mr. Animal, you are both cookies. Stop trying to be healthy.

Oh, and as you may have guessed I did not have anything to blog about really, I just could not stand seeing Paris Hilton's skanky behind in my face when I pulled up my site.

Have a great weekend!