The comforts of oatmeal.
I hated this stuff growing up, it was force fed, like the daily peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut diagonally and placed in my "It's a Small World" Lunch box.
It's 6 am I'm eating oatmeal with a dash of salt and brown sugar, can I break into a Rolling Stones song now? like the All American Girl I am. Now bundle up and take the dog for a walk on the silent , streets of San Francisco.