Breakfast of a Champion?

Preparing for a snow storm for most people involves stopping at a grocery store and stocking up on bread and milk.  For me, a trip to Dunkin' on the way home to buy a black French Vanilla so I can reheat it in the morning and add cream and sugar is the way to go.

I no longer drink coffee daily, but for special days and some weekends, it is a fabulous treat!

To offset the calories and sugar, I pour a bowl of the most traditional cereal in the world that comes in a yellow box... can you guess?

Growing up, my sister and I were allowed to sprinkle a little sugar on top.  I used to driver my sister absolutely crazy at the breakfast table by barricading myself behind the cereal box and she could not see me.  The more I realized this annoyed her, of course, the more I did it.

Funny how simple thoughts about cereal make one wander off and I think of my in-laws and how they always had a box of the cereal with Tony the Tiger.  When our sons were young, the Mr. would complain about how much cereal was consumed and how expensive it was becoming compared to when we were young.

I enjoy my bowl of oooo's with a handful of blueberries while I enjoy a section of a book I am reading that was loaned to me by a coworker.  A slower pace.  No rush to shovel the walks as I wait for the man who plows our driveway and I linger at the table feeling Fed Well and satisfied.