Toasted Pop-Tarts with sprinkles were the staple of my childhood Saturday mornings.
I can’t look at a Pop-Tart without thinking about waking up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons, a blanket curled around me against the cool early summer air. My siblings and I would watch for an hour or two while our parents slept in—something we always found strange and unbelievable, and promised ourselves never to do when we became grown ups. Why would you choose to sleep when you could be watching an episode of “Doug" or “Brace Face"?
