It all started back when I was a little girl. I hated breakfast, because all I had ever had was gruel. So I walked out to the kitchen, dreading my meal.
But then I saw it. What was this? It was certainly not gruel. It was . . . “breakfast.”
There was “orange juice.”
So I ate.
And it was simply delicious.
The best food I had ever had.
And this is the story of how I came to love Breakfast. (AKA YUM!)
Lots of love,
your completely insane Writer.