I’ve always firmly believed that cereal is more than yum of its parts.

Sure, it’s delicious, but I suspect that many have a lingering fanaticism for it—not that I would know, of course—because of the feelings it connotes, in both the past and present tense.

Carefree whimsy, rose-tinted rosiness, Limited Edition Kemp’s Gingerbread Man Ice Cream Sandwiches: whatever childhood means to you, that’s what cereal stands for.

It just happens to often come in chocolatey marshmallow form, too

So while I’ve spent many a morn’ tasting, reviewing, and inevitably continuing to eat said cereal ’til about lunch, I’ve always wanted to explore these broader reasons for loving cereal “culture,” so to speak. It’s why I feel so strongly about The Empty Bowl‘s commitment to the zen art of cereal eating. Continue reading →