Cereal is one of my favorite meals, even though I never realized it until this moment. I grew up eating cereal almost every day, sometimes twice a day. This habit began back when I was an infant, just snacking on some Cheerios. You could call me a serial cereal eater. When I come home from work I like to enjoy a big bowl of my pick of the week. During my bowl of goodness, I am reminded of good memories from childhood and suddenly transported back to simpler times. This week I have been partaking in Froot Loops, because bright colors are fun so why not. As I stood in the cereal aisle at my local grocery store I found the options endless. Whole grain this and toasted that, my choice was ultimately a childhood favorite packed full of sugary tastiness. Last week I had a “grownup” cereal so I thought I would splurge this week and go for the visually appealing one. Picking my weekly choice is always a chore because of all the options, but it also gives me a chance to try new brands and combinations during my daily intake of cereal. As I finish off my cereal, I think about all those other times I decided to give in to my laziness to cook and just enjoy a quick, easy bowl. I wonder if it is actual laziness or just comfort in an old habit. Cooking for one is a hassle, so cereal quickly fixes that problem. Life gives you simple pleasures and eating cereal is one of mine. Whether it is the late night snack while watching a movie or during the quiet morning reading the paper with coffee, cereal is always the best part of my day.
…or as I like to refer to it, the Elixir of Life.
Today’s writing prompt is right up my alley. I am in love with coffee and if I were able, I would marry it. It’s serious. We’ve been in a steady relationship since I became an adult. Our honeymoon phase of the relationship was very intense (during my college years) and we’ve grown into a comfortable, dependable couple. But enough about us, on to business.
Like babies, coffee has a distinct smell. If you haven’t smelled either of those in your life yet, I cry for you dear friend, because you’re missing out. I had the opportunity to spend a year in coffee land, Colombia. I lived near the “golden triangle” area in which land, weather, and other factors are prime for the growth of the plant. It was a magical time in my life and I miss the beauty of the country.
The smell of coffee is hard to put into words. When I walk into the coffee shop it is like hitting a wall when I encounter the smell. It is a pungent aroma full of earthy scents that fills a room. The scent calms me immensely, but that could be my brain knowing that caffeine is coming soon so it lets up. Freshly brewed coffee is a scent I wish could be bottled and sold because it is heavenly. My morning is not complete without that first cup. Coffee’s aroma is wonderful but the taste is perfection.
So this prompt was more difficult to articulate than I originally thought. I’m off to do some reading, another inspiration trick.