Why can't they just leave well enough alone?

So the other day I was craving some really sugar loaded breakfast cereal and headed down to my local Cub Foods store to check out the selection.

First some history, remember this is my blog you always get the long version.

As a kid there were only a few things I really enjoyed and looked forward to....Science class, Halloween and Saturday Mornings. Saturday mornings meant only one thing, television cartoons and unlimited bowls of cereal. Ok, that's two things but whatever. I was always the first one out of bed around 6am. This was long before the days when cartoons where on 24hrs and VCRs and DVRs were common household items so you needed to be up early to see the best shows and it all went to hell once "The Bugaloos" came on or my sister woke up whichever came first.

For a long time we only had one color TV and being the youngest meant I was dead last in deciding what to watch. Saturday mornings were different, it was the only time each week when I was in charge of the television. Woot!

But I digress, don't get me started on the crappy cartoons on tv nowadays, that's a whole 'nother post. Thank god for Boomerang.

So each Saturday morning my routine was basically the same. Jump out of bed, quietly run upstairs, which is impossible without waking my dog who in turn thinks I want to play. He never understood the importance of catching the long opening of The Smurfs, which was only aired for one season before they switched it over to the shorter version. Once upstairs I would hit the on button on the TV as I ran by on the way to the kitchen. We had no remote control and the it would always take about a minute for the set to warm up.

My goal was always the same, try to make it to the cupboard before I heard the TV blast some commercial from the living room. I think I only won once. As I opened the cupboard my heart would start to beat just a little bit faster in anticipation of what I might find.

"Please be there, please be there"....

My beloved HONEYCOMBS

Yes, cha ching, woo woo. I would grab the box as if it were my kiddie crack and I was in desperate need of my "fix". Screw the milk, the box was all I needed, well at least until the first commercial. I would head triumphantly back to the living room prize in hand.

Then if all the stars aligned perfectly I would get to see my favorite Commercial as well.

Honeycomb's big,

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's not small,

No, no, no.

Honeycomb's got

A big, big taste.

It was my childhood heaven. Honeycombs and Saturday morning cartoons.

Well my world came crashing down recently after the aforementioned visit to the Cub Foods store. I waltzed in, grabbed my golden box of big big taste and headed to the office. I pour my bowl and to my surprise immediately I notice something different. These aren't my Honeycombs. /cry
I take a bite and something is horribly wrong. They taste like CRAP.

Honeycomb sux
ya ya ya
tastes like sh*t
ya ya ya

Alas, Why can't they just leave well enough alone?

From Wikipedia

"At the end of 2006, Post changed the formula for this popular brand of cereal in the name of improving its health content."

I don't want healthy you bastards, I want my Honeycombs back. Did they learn nothing from the disaster that was "New Coke"
That's it, I'm starting a petition right now....