My Breakfast Desire = My Level Of Insanity

Yesterday, at the grocery store, I saw a box of Cream of Wheat and immediately wanted it. My mouth was watering and I remembered how much I loved that hot cereal. I was never an oatmeal fan. Never. But a few weeks ago I had "Irish" Oatmeal, which was okay, but it's consistency was that of cream of wheat.

If I want a smooth hot cereal, I want Cream of Wheat!

So I bought it. I thought about it last night as I watched TV. I announced to the family that it was the thing I've been most looking forward to in my life, after the births of my kids and marrying my husband.

Everyone looked at me like I was nuts. Maybe I am. Who knows?

I made it this morning, two servings. For my first bowl, I added a spinkle of brown sugar and that was it. Heavenly.And my second bowl was not even a bowl. I ate it right out of the pan. After it was cold. Nothing added to it. Just me and the pan and a spoon. And The Pooper jumping around me, since she was positive I would share something that was so good I ate it standing in the middle of the kitchen.

I'm pretty sure now there is no question whether I am nuts or not....

Definitely not.