Back when I used to love cereal, or maybe thought that was the only thing we were supposed to eat for breakfast, I had a strange routine. The cereal cabinet was home to no less than four different varieties: Golden Crisp, Life, and Frosted Flakes always took up residence there, with at least one other brand mom wanted to try. I think my favorite might have been Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and sometimes my parents would get it for me, but I wasn't terribly devoted to it. I'm sure I just preferred it so I could drink the sweet cinnamon-sugared milk afterwards. I also liked Cocoa Pebbles, as it created every kid's favorite chocolate milk. But I didn't like how both Cocoa and Fruity Pebbles got soggy fairly quick, so I didn't opt for them much. Peanut Butter Crunch was another favorite, until about the time I realized it was murdering the roof of my mouth. I'd slurp down a couple bowls at the kitchen table, a small fixture in such a narrow space that I wrote about bef...