My old man would eat corn flakes wotha chopped up banana every other morning. I haven't had it since I was young.
I vaguely remember strawberries as well.
Bananas, strawberries, and blueberries. Fresh picked mulberries if we were at either of my grandmoms cribs and they were in season 'cause they grew in their back yards.
My moms and step pops didn't like us eating sweetened cereals or adding sugar to cereal, so it was fruit and maybe honey.
Once we got to my pops' crib or either of the grandbirds all that shit went out the window.
I catch myself doing it at hotels for some reason. Like when they got the continental breakfast goin on. Hungover as fuck struggling to hold on to a bowl of Lucky Charms and some grapes smh
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