Around the dawn of the 1980s, my mom began to make healthy meals and buy healthy groceries. We no longer saw Frankenberry or Chef Boyardee in our cupboards and dessert became a rare treat. Snacks suffered the most. Carrot sticks and raisins replaced anything with sugar. I believe Doritos made their neighborhood debut right around this time. They never appeared in my house. One of the "new snacks" to show up instead was something called "granola bars." Until this time, I had only known granola as that hard stuff you poured out of a cereal box and attempted to eat without ruining the inside of your mouth. The granola bars were just as hard, if not harder, and just as tasteless. The Nature Valley versions featured the most tolerable option, cinnamon, in red packaging; the kind that made you the most thirsty, peanut butter, in orange packaging; and the one that removed any taste or anything of interest whatsoever, oats n' honey, in the green packaging. If I...
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