Breakfast cereal is for children, obviously. The adult eats porridge, or granola (I don't really know what this is, so if it is a breakfast cereal, my argument falls apart), or kedgeree and buttered kippers, or a croissant, or scrambled eggs on toast. But...
I like breakfast cereals. At the moment I have a choice of two -cornflakes or malt wheaties (in their official form, these are Shreddies). I much prefer Sugar Puffs to either of these but even I have outgrown their sugary goodness (I haven't, by the way, I still love them and would eat them every day)
So in the battle between corn flakes and malt wheaties , who wins? 40g of whichever of them is about the same calorie-wise, so it basically comes down to the volume of space they occupy and believe me when I say that 40g of malt wheaties depresses me with its smallness and 40g of cornflakes does not. So I generally go for the golden flakes of corn rather than the malted squares of wheat.
My brand of choice is whatever Lidl have on the shelves. In the olden days, if you bought own-brand corn flakes you were buying some peculiar mini-cups of flavourless, thin corn. I don't know how they made them, but they had not discovered the Kellogg's secret. They tasted vile. Kellogg's Cornflakes were deeply coloured and flavoured, they were thick and manly flakes hewn from the living corn. They tasted like real Cornflakes.
Lidl cornflakes are not Kellogg's Cornflakes. But as far as I can tell (and it is a long time since I tasted Kellogg's) they taste just as good. And are delicious.
I also recall the good old days when full fat milk was applied to the Corn Flakes. It tasted like real milk, thick and creamy. It was good. The blue tits were mad for it.
These days, in the era of the diet, it is semi-skimmed or possibly 1% fat milk. Which is fine, at least it isn't completely skimmed.
But in the last week or two I have been reducing the milk to the minimum, trying to give me the maximum remaining calories for the rest of the day. You may not believe it, but 37ml of milk is just enough!
That last exclamation mark, proclaiming the miracle of 37ml of milk has, unaccountably, made me feel ever so slightly sadder.