Like many, I sometimes wonder why I ever eat anything but breakfast foods and mac’n’cheese. It seems cruel and unjust that the best meal of the day, often the most decadent, indulgent, and sweet, is allotted such a small sliver of time each day. On days when I need to be at a public school for my field training I hardly have time to make a bowl of oatmeal in the microwave, let it cool, and stuff it down my throat. Oatmeal is definitely not my idea of a dream breakfast, though it is delicious when topped with nuts, maple syrup, and a variety of fruits. But if I could have a gourmet homemade breakfast everyday of the year, I would be such a happy lady.
They are deceivingly devoid of juice.
Runs on Crumbs 