My diet is basically that of an eight-year-old’s lunchtime diet, and the approach I take to preparing my meals reflects this childlike lunchtime dynamic. I use the stove, but only for very simple things such as spaghetti or macaroni and cheese, and it’s a good day indeed that I don’t end up burning myself. Usually I stick to what one of my friends used to inexplicably call the “three C’s”: cereal, soup, and salad. Sometimes even those are a bit ambitious. This evening for dinner, for example, I ate nothing but a pound of green grapes, which were delightful, but after awhile grapes start to lose their meaning. I do like a little variety with my convenience, which is why I’m so excited to have discovered so-called “baby food,” which are complete, nutritious meals all fixed up for you in a nice little jar.
Just kidding, but my point is that simplicity in diet is very important, and I hate microwavable food. Therefore probably a good 50% of my diet is cereal, and the other 50% is the milk which mixes with the cereal. I think it’s extremely presumptuous when cereal bills itself as “part of a complete breakfast,” because that implies that I have the time and resources to consume an entire bran muffin and a glass of orange juice. How can cereal be “part of a complete breakfast” when it consists of an entire lunch and dinner? I’ll decided for myself what a complete breakfast is, Mr. Count Chocula, and if you think it’s anything other than straight cereal you’re out of your chocolatey mind.