The Breakfast of Champions...

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On Saturdays, my dad would go to the bakery before me and my brother would get up, and he'd some back with a box of donuts and pastries. I'd always try to get to the box before he opened them and I'd hide my donut, then cry saying the bakery forgot my order!

My dad would go back and get another donut while I'd devour the one I hid. When he would come back, I'd eat that one, too. Then I'd be so upset still that he'd let me have my favorite candy bar directly after to stop me from crying.

In sum, my breakfast every Saturday until my visiting Aunt from Connecticut caught me was: two giant chocolate long johns and a Kit-Kat bar. Til this day, I'm convinced my aunt has eyes on the back of her head because there's NO way a pro like me could have gotten caught.

Needless to say, my breakfast today, a cup of granola with yogurt, blueberries, and bananas, doesn't begin to compare of the breakfast of champions I gorged on when younger.

Oh to be young and clueless of calorie bombs....