cream of wheat

I’ve always been highly susceptible to the suggestions in marketing campaigns but my latest compulsion was fueled through word of mouth.

I was at brunch last week — outside of my home! with other people! — and the conversation turned to breakfast meal patterns. Someone mentioned how they have oatmeal every day and everyone remarked on how, at some point in their life did the same. I added that, as I kid, I always preferred Cream of Wheat to oatmeal but hadn’t had any in many years. Probably not since I lived in Hoboken… A couple of days later I added a box to my grocery shopping.

I’ve had a bowl for breakfast every day since then. Sometimes I do that, binge on something until I never want to see or smell it again. Before I went to Vietnam it was Cheetohs, which I haven’t had since. But I don’t want that to happen to my precious Cream of Wheat, so when I finish this box, I won’t immediately replace it. Rather, I’ll give it a beat so I can appreciate the novelty all over again.