Of course, there is only so long one can cling to the convenience of whatever the heck that was that I just described. Now that my twins are almost 2.5, I've been forced to move on to other, more difficult, alternatives.
No problem, right? I'm a pretty good cook. I should be able to roll up my sleeves and cook up some hot, delicious cereal with fruit bits and perfect consistency.
I cannot win with this.
I make the worst hot cereal in the history of hot-cereal-making moms. I am surprised and grateful that my kids humor me enough to actually eat the stuff. It's disgraceful.
And it continues to foil me. Each day I wake up sure that this will be the day. I just have to use a little more milk. I just have to microwave in 30-second intervals instead of one-minute sections. I just need to boil it on the stove instead of using the microwave. I've even gone so far as to question using the salt they recommend. Perhaps the salt is the missing magic ingredient that stops lumps and soupiness and overflows.
Today, I have a new game plan. My kids are going to enjoy their breakfast today, and they deserve it for putting up with my pathetic cereal-making skills for so long.
Today I made muffins.
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