Cold Cereal: Confessions of an Addict

Growing up cold cereal was reserved for Sunday morning. The rest of the week's breakfasts were a rotation of hot cereal, eggs, and either pancakes or French toast on Saturdays.

Yep, I was a lucky boy! My cold cereal and pop-tart-eating friends were always envious of my home cooked meals.

Over time I really started to enjoy cold cereal on Sundays and in a way start to look forward to it. By the time I was in middle school I frequently had it as an after-school or late-night snack.

I now consider cold cereal one of my favorite foods! It's a great meal and a great dessert! I still try to reserve it for breakfast only, but occasionally I splurge and eat it for a snack as well.

Occasionally, at the end of the day when I'm laying in bed and I start to think of all the things I have to do, or trials coming up, I'll catch myself thinking to myself, "Well, at least I get to eat cold cereal first thing tomorrow morning!!"

Crazy? Obsessed?

I think so. I know I've thought about cold cereal in times of stress several times before I ever really thought about it and realized how strange of a thought process it was.

I can't think of a cold cereal I don't like. Whatever it is, I like it to be a little soggy and the milk to be around 55-60 degrees instead of the cold 45 degrees at which the refrigerator keeps it. One way to do this is to just let it sit out for 5 minutes, but once it's in the bowl I can't wait that long. Fifteen seconds in the microwave get's it just right!!