My name is Sarah, and I am a cereal junkie. I just can’t stop after one bowl.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d mash flakes, loops, clusters and oats into my face until I blacked out. Won’t you lend me some sugar?
There is something about the consistent nature of cereal – the ease and accessibility of it in a crunch. There are no Trix up its sleeve: Bowl. Spoon. Cereal. Milk. Eat. Repeat.
For many, our first encounter into solid food territory is even an “O” of some sort. We gum wide-eyed, curiously confused and satiated by the grainy goodness that our parents just airplane swooped into our mouths.
Cereal was there for me early mornings before preschool as milk dribbled down my chin and my Velcro-shoed feet dangled from the kitchen table chair. It was there for me on family road trips, in single-serving boxed form, when the hotel breakfast buffet was otherwise a wasteland of chafing dishes. It forever fueled me during college all-nighters while I burned the candle at both ends.
Now, I'm not talking any of those New Age, sticks-and-berries, fiber chunked varieties. They simply just won’t do. Pass the Honey Nut Cheerios, Rice Krispies, Frosted Flakes and Lucky Charms. Me and the Cap’n - Crunch, that is - make it happen. As an informed eater, cereal is my omnivore’s dilemma - but it's not just me.
There are currently 36,542 people that “like” the Cereal page on Facebook. Even more astounding, 355, 316 people “like” a page entitled, “EATING CEREAL EVEN THOUGH IT ISN'T BREAKFAST TIME!!” In the popular sitcom "Seinfeld," cereal boxes were notably and constantly displayed on Jerry Seinfeld's kitchen shelf. Heck - there are even a couple of restaurant franchises, like The Cereal Bowl and Cereality, dedicated to the art of the breakfast bowl.
Just goes to show you, I won’t have to Kix the addiction alone. Now, where did I put my spoon?
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