We woke up Sunday morning with nothing in the house for breakfast (not unusual, as I’m sure you’re aware). We debated the usual breakfast options (Panera vs. Starbucks, most of the time), and then one of us (can’t remember which one of us – might have been me) suggested Cocoa Puffs. I love Cocoa Puffs. Decision made. We went to the store solely for milk and cereal. (We were not about to be distracted by anything with any nutritional value.)
What I had forgotten about Cocoa Puffs, right up until the first spoonful, was that they kind of hurt. They’re really rough on the roof of your mouth. Totally worth it, though. So good and chocolately and they turn the milk into chocolate milk! It’s great. So I hunkered down mentally and enjoyed my Cocoa Puffs. The roof of my mouth had time the rest of the day to settle down. Until the first crouton on the caesar salad I had for dinner that night. Oops. And ouch.