Friday, April 1, 2011
Ode to Breakfast Goodness.
No seriously. I can't.
Just ask Andrew. Or any of my mission companions. Or Oprah.
Well, maybe Oprah doesn't know about my undying love for deliciousness in a box, but I'm sure she would if she wasn't so busy being the richest woman ever. So if you can't go to Oprah, ask Ellen. I KNOW that she's aware of my cereal addiction. Because we've spent a lot of time together.
We talk. We laugh. We even dance. If I had to name my bff on tv she would definitely win. Bill Cosby is a close second. I like humor with my cereal.
Above is an actual picture of the cereal collection between myself and Sister J. Cereal for breakfast. Cereal for lunch. What's for dinner? Probably real food. Who needs ice cream before bed? I'd rather end my day with a bowl of Life or maybe Banana Nut Cheerios.
I'd like to thank my parents, because I can only assume that this all started with them. In fact, the only Christmas tradition I can remember from growing up was that after we opened presents we'd all have a bowl of this:
The first Christmas Eve we were married, we were flying to Portland from Mexico when Andrew remembered to ask me if there was anything I wanted for Christmas morning to make me feel more at home at his parents house. So while we enjoyed homemade cinnamon rolls and other delicious things the next morning I was also eating my PBC...
I have no idea why we were wearing these crowns. Maybe because cereal is the food of royalty.
These days I feel that breakfast in a box has kind of gone downhill. I recently tried some new cereals...
Posted by April at 10:43 AM