Yeah, I eat bran buds. About a cup a serving. I like the buds over the straight allbran cereal because it's less twig like in presentation.

Though I do believe that sufficient soaking in almond or other milk allows it to assume a more swallowable texture ...

Rather like mush.

Now then, though it's obvious that I have a frank aversion to the stuff it is probably a curiosity as to why I would subject my palate to such misery.

I suppose you can sum it all up in a single word: effect.

I don't eat it for the taste. I don't eat it because I enjoy it. I eat it for the effect it has on my elimination.

I feel that my fiber intake is insufficient otherwise and make it a point to down a bowl of bran buds several times weekly.

There are worse things than bran buds ... like chemical laxatives that don't work. I recall a time when X-Lax was the single most effective gut bomb on the planet. Those days are gone.

I can take a large dose and it consistently does nothing. I think it likely has to do with the freshness of the product which has come under question frequently in recent history.

I'll stick to the mechanical remedies for this reason.

See Also:

Fiber and Me
 

I wrote a new "rated R" (restricted) banner for the blog sidebar.

It's more inclusive in a frank, reality oriented way.

The 610 pixel original is scaled to the 250 pixel sidebar so its not obtrusive yet remains readable.

Bottom line here is if you're:

woke or

have a case of terminal political correctness

This place is likely not for you.

Furthermore, I am unlikely to care how offended you might end up as well.

Save the drama for your mama.

Have a nice day.
 

The late Mrs Hortense Rawl "Tiki" Stack of Columbia SC was the consumate Elvis fan.

I went to her house several times prior to her passing in September of 2007 and we had goodly discussions of Elvis and I could tell from her enthusiasm that she was really a fan of the man and his music.

We are in the midst of Elvis week. It runs from August 9th through the 17th and is a vehicle for Elvis fans everywhere to get out and celebrate the man, his illustrious career, music, and that icon he became to American culture.

The life and legacy of Elvis eclipses the events of Elvis week.

That phenom which was him will never be forgotten as evidenced by the stream of fans heading to Graceland and that piece of the Earth he called his own.

However, in the background the one thing thoughts of Elvis bring to me are my memories of Mrs Stack and her steady optimism and enthusiastic presence. I always enjoyed her company. I never spent time with Elvis or considered myself a fan.