My wife bought the girls their first box of Captain Crunch.
It's a sugary sweet taste treat, that along with toast, juice, and milk makes for a complete breakfast.
I hadn't had a bowl in well over 20 years.
It tastes the same.
Afterwards, C asked me to look into her mouth to tell her if she's bleeding. She had apparently fallen victim to the infamous "Captain-Crunch-making-mincemeat-of-your-upper-palate" syndrome.
Unless you allow the sweetened cubes of the Captain to soften up a bit by soaking in milk for a year or two, the sharp butted nuggets effectively scrape the first two layers of skin off whatever fleshy surface they come in contact with.
Rumor has it they came out with the crunch berries (spherical shaped for less blood curdling screams) to lessen the effects of the golden nectareous ingots.
Many a saturday morning cartoon marathons were marred by the long lasting effects of the Captain's lethal crunch.