Breakfasts

I have a new breakfast habit. I think it goes back to my early years of eating “Start” every morning (which, according to a rumor is sold at ‘Scandinavian Kitchen’), probably thanks to my father. But after my year in Wakefield any sort of cereal was just a big NO. I ate a yogurt with some crunchy cereal topping for every lunch in school for a whole year. After that, it took me almost three years before I could even look at yogurts again (and I still can’t manage to eat the really thick French ones). I’ve occasionally tried cornflakes and such just because it’s simple breakfast food. I normally find breakfasts incredibly boring, un-inspiring and stressful (most mornings anyway). And I hardly ever have breakfast with Tim, since he gets up about an hour before me (I guess I could get up at the same time, but he’s even worse than me, and doesn’t eat at all, so why bother?! And he also spends all morning in front of Spongebob Squarepants, which annoys the hell out of me.) Anyway, one day about six months ago, Tim came home with a box of Jordan’s Country Crisp (British oat and barley clusters, as it says on the box). He thought it looked like something I would like. Oh, how well he knows me! Oddly enough, I have been eating these more or less every morning every since. Admittedly, I vary between the raspberry and strawberry variants (strawberry being the better one, but I'm too afraid of only eating one kind), but I actually still enjoy them. I’m now just waiting for the day my body suddenly says ‘stop’, and the bare look of them will make me feel sick. But in the meantime, I almost enjoy breakfasts. And with my coffee, it is a real treat!