I very rarely eat cereal for breakfast. If I eat it, it’s much more likely to be for dinner. My boys, on the other hand, and Meg to some extent, are cereal aficionados. I am a mean Mom and have resorted to making them eat corn flakes (and not even the Kelloggs kind) during the week. On the weekend they get Golden Grahams, Honey cheerios (they don’t make any other kind in Spain) and very occasionally, chocolate rice Krispies (again, the generic kind). I don’t do it to be mean, it’s just the cost of cereal was killing me.
Nic is a very unlikely boy when it comes to cereal consumption, because when he was little, his favorite cereal was Special K. Even now he’ll eat generic bran flakes. He is one weird boy.
One summer when we were back in the US, Troy and I stood in the cereal aisle and tried, fairly unsuccessfully, to talk the kids into buying a box of sugar cereal. We figured we owed it to them to make up for their cereal deprivation in Spain. They seriously were not interested. They were, however, interested in flavored oatmeal. They love oatmeal. Nic still eats it almost every day, and not always at breakfast.
I think my absolute favorite cereal is Frosted Mini Wheats. I also like Raisin Bran, and Rice Krispies with sliced bananas. And I’m slightly ashamed to say that I like Apple Jacks too. Even though I think the old commercials are dumb.
Heather takes her sushi seriously and I take cereal seriously.
Here are some guidelines:First, please heed this list of Troy-Approved Cereals.
- Cap’n Crunch
- Lucky Charms
- Froot Loops
- Frosted Flakes (yes, they are different than Corn-Flakes-with-sugar-added; if you were a cereal connoisseur such as myself, or “me”, you would know that.)
Two, there is nothing worse than soggy cereal. If your cereal gets mushy, you may as well be eating vomit.
Three, to avoid a Soggy Cereal Conundrum, ensure the milk is poured proximate to consumption.
Four, during the milk-pouring phase (alternately referred to as “milkage”), alert family. This lets them know that, yes, you care about them, but nothing short of The Rapture will stop you from “hoarking down” (a technical term used in cereal-eating circles) your bowl of Cap’n Crunch so please do not bother me/us (depending on how you want to refer to your multiple personality disorder) with trivial things such as (including, but not limited to)…
A. You’re pregnant.
B. You love me.
C. Can I please pick up the kids from school later because you will be out of the country? and
D. Lexi swallowed a pair of panties again so her intestines are all balled up.
B. Thank you.
C. Do I have to? Why can’t you?
D. Good, at last we can put the intractable cur out of her misery.