Well, here I stand. On the precipice of hitherto untouched territory, gripping the first-ever spicy cereal with quivering mitts, like I’m Neo about to take my own personal red pill (y’know, before that term was irretrievably tarnished).
But will this precipice be a mere waypoint preceding cereal innovation’s newest pinnacle? Or the edge of a steep cliff that drops off into the fiery pits of Hell?
Allow me to find out, as your sacrificial scout. Your dauntless Dante. Your cinna-guinea pig.
Here goes nothing: one giant leap for Dan-kind. Continue reading