I not only liked Cream of Wheat, but I would deliberately make it lumpy. The lumps were the best part. Go ahead, call me crazy. The others, who liked theirs smooth and bland (or at least disliked it the least that way) weren’t shy about it.

Also, who knew that the guy on the package was a Michiganian? I’d never heard of Leslie until I read his story, despite the fact that it was less than a hundred miles away from home.