Breakfast begins with pouring a bunch of bite size Shredded Wheat into my wide cereal bowl. Now it used to be the case that when I was younger I considered Shredded Wheat a bit hard core as far as having them for breakfast was concerned. Mainly because at that time, the late 60s early 70s, they had not been available as bite size, only as bricks much, much bigger, which as an option they still are, and on the TV you had guys like the cricketer Ian “Beefy” Botham advertising them with the shout line, “Can you eat more than 2 Shredded Wheat?”. It was all enough to put me off them and as a consequence, for many years, I was a Weetabix man, or boy. With Weetabix it was not much of a challenge to take a few bricks, use my hands to crumble them in my cereal bowl, so that there was just a pile of smashed bix, then pour milk over the top of them. They then became a rather delicious mush once smashed down a bit further down with my spoon and then I would wolf it down in no time at all. Continue reading “Morning Bowl of Cereal” →