King of Tarts

Kwamai was playing a pop-tart computer game this morning (yes, it seems every product under the sun has its own computer game to imprint the product on the mind of kids). So this afternoon he decided he wanted to make tarts of his own. He first used the abacus as a visual representation of ingredients he'd better leave out (due to the types of foods that get him coughing and wheezing). So out went wheat, corn syrup, corn starch, and milk. Then he asked me to cut him some spelt bread, and I scooped him a gob of cherry conserve, and he was off making his tarts. He out the chocolate soy milk, and I didn't want to watch what he was going to do with that. I just reminded him that he was responsible for eating his creations. He liked it well enough.

So I got to thinking, what are pop tarts, really? Glorified toast sandwhich with jam, right?

Oh yeah, and he specified the most important thing to leave out of his creation was the advertisements, since that's the worst :)

A little counter-consumerist in formation :)