Mr. Tikistitch's Fortress of Cerealitude

[tikistitch]

Last week, we had darned near gotten our dining room table all cleared of memorabilia.

Then, Mr. Tikistitch got a package from Spain....







And thus, here we are, confronting a veritable Potemkin village-worth of cereal products from the Iberian peninsula.



They've all got....masks, or cookie jars, or something inside. Barely any room for cereal. Which is all right. Spanish cereal sucks, dude.