I am a breakfast kinda guy. I know a lot of you just get up and go, relying on a snack and some coffee or soda pop as a hold-over until lunch but I could never do that. I need some real fuel in the morning to keep me going and that means “Food” with a capital ‘f’, not crap. It’s how I was raised.
I grew up eating cold cereal for most breakfasts. Grape Nuts, Raisin Bran, Cheerios, Wheat Chex, Corn Bran, Rice Crispies, Life. We weren’t allowed to have the sugary (er) cereals even though we were allowed to dump sugar on those provided. Even under the watchful eye of my father, I was able to get a good amount of sugar on there, sometimes even enough to end up with that lightly grainy, sweet slime that collects at the bottom of an over-sugared bowl of milk.
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