My grandfather was very fond of
shredded wheat as a
breakfast cereal. One year when my mother's parents came to visit, she forgot to buy
shredded wheat for her father and figured she would pick it up in the morning.
When she walked into the kitchen, she saw her father eating a bowl of Triscuits with milk, happily crunching away. He said, "This shredded wheat isn't too bad. A little bit salty, though..."