Somewhere in my childhood I must have enjoyed a bowl of Corn Flakes.
But as an adult? Who buys Corn Flakes when there are endless possibilities of more delicious cereals? One of the privileges of being on your own is the ability to choose your own, perfect cereal.
For the last 7.5 years that Brian and I have been married, Corn Flakes has never been on the grocery list. Reese’s Puffs? Sure. Captain Crunch. Absolutely. Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Duh.
Earlier in my pregnancy I wanted a boatload of Honeycomb cereal. Later on, I relinquished my stern aversion to marshmallows in cereal and wound up finding myself asking for Brian’s Lucky Charms.
Fortunately, these days I’m typically content with organic granola cereal. (Thank the Lord.)
But something happened to me two nights ago. As I nestled into bed, it occurred to me that a bowl of Corn Flakes might really hit the spot.
Like I said, not only have we never brought Corn Flakes into our home, I’m pretty sure that I’ve never purchased them in my life. Naturally Corn Flakes were nowhere to be found. However, one thing I’ve learned about pregnancy cravings is this: you’ll just keep craving it until you’ve got it. Suffice it to say that I still wanted Corn Flakes when I woke up yesterday (and peaches… but I’ll elaborate on that tomorrow).
With a tiny window of time that I had, I ran to the grocery store and was able to enjoy three bowls that very night, one bowl this morning and two more this evening.
Brian has assured me that my Corn Flakes are safe. He won’t come near them.