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It’s no surprise that I tend to get sentimental about things. After all, happy tears fall from my eyes at the slightest bit of heartwarming news. Today I’m happy to be getting sentimental about breakfast! (and probably a commercial or two, a picture of a rescue pup on his/her freedom ride, an article about someone following their dreams…)
Growing up, my dad was out the door early for work so my mom was charged with the task of making sure I wasn’t ignoring my alarm clock and got to school on time. She also insisted I eat a substantial breakfast each morning, instilling the importance of an A.M. meal in me that I’ve carried with me into adulthood. Sometimes she surprised me with an extra-special breakfast on certain days (I came downstairs the morning of my S.A.T. exam to find three pancakes waiting for me – one ‘S’-, one ‘A’- and one ‘T’-shaped), but we usually stuck with tried and true favorites, like Cheerios™. 90% of the time we ate Honey Nut Cheerios™, but every so often we’d switch it up and enjoy Apple Cinnamon Cheerios™. Gotta keep things fresh!