When I was twelve I first discovered breakfast cereal. Unlike a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with tomato soup for lunch, breakfast cereal became an obsession. My non-OCD spouse marvels at how I down Kashi, nuts, blueberries and milk every morning.
I don’t understand it either, but, I think it has something to do with the words comfort food.
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 
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Are we what we eat?
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