Bonny breakfast

I have got back into Weetabix, in a really big way. Weird thing to obsess about and write about, but I'm basically devouring a couple of them every morning, and I look forward to doing that from about 3pm each day, such is the level of delight they are giving me. I can't explain it, but it's so nice to have found (or re-found) a food that brightens my day so much. I've always been a big fan of eating, as you probably know, and I've eaten just about everything you can possibly think of, in every possible way there is, so it takes a lot for me to be surprised or ecstatic about what I'm putting in my mouth. And this one is so simple. But so delicious, and so versatile. Some mornings I sprinkle some dried fruit and nuts into the bowl, some mornings I add fresh raspberries and blueberries, and have them with yoghurt rather than milk. Other days I pick them up and eat them like toast (normally while using my shirt as a bib, because they are very crumbly). But my favourite method is the original one - just stick two in a bowl and pour cold, semi-skimmed milk on. There's something so satisfying about the way they soak up the liquid - it's a real visual pleasure and it starts me salivating in anticipation of the mouth-bound experience to follow.
Mathew was the one who asked for them, back around Christmastime. He, like his father, is a fan of cereals and I think he got swayed by an advert he had seen one morning. So Philippa got some in, and one morning in January I suddenly heard myself think, "Man, I really fancy those, I haven't had them in years!" and the process was begun.
No doubt, being me, this will be a short-lived fad that will desert me soon, and I'll have overindulged so much that I won't be able to face another one until I'm in my 50s, but for now I am enjoying myself immeasurably.
I don't have an endorsement from them, by the way, just a bit of an obsession.

RC 5-2-25