Can you name one American between the ages of 30 and 50 who doesn't remember begging Mom to "buy me the box with the silly rabbit?"
Or arguing "which tastes better, Quisp or Quake?"
Or screaming "I'm Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!" until Dad rolled up the morning newspaper?
Cereal war cries by the score lie buried inside boomer brains like bullets in the sandbags surrounding Ho Chi Minh's Hanoi bunker.
Why? Because Martha Stewart says we are what we eat, and more than 30 years ago, we scarfed down tons of candy-coated cereal. Twinkles, Lucky Charms, Froot Loops, Wackies, Corn Crackos, Apple Jacks, Honeycomb and Clackers -- to name but a few new Trix -- shot into supermarkets faster than we could swallow ... and faster than sweating stock boys could pry open cereal box shelf space for.
