I gotta admit, I have never liked breakfast. Oh maybe as a kid I did, but as soon as I discovered coffee, its always been a coffee kind of morning. I am not sure why, but one day a month or so ago, I was starved and grabbed some oatmeal that we had for Alyson.
I think I am addicted.
My wife thinks I am foolish. Its so cheap and simple. For a $1.50 I can get a big can of store-brand rolled oats. After that its a splash of milk, a dash of molasses and 45 seconds later I'm having my breakfast. The stuff sticks to your ribs too, giving you energy and keeping away those morning hunger pains.
Try it, you might like it.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"