The Power of Ritual
Breakfast ritual: The
most important meal of the day
I like my cereal bowl, it’s heavy - 335 grams, with ridges on the side like a set of even waves rolling in, off-white in colour but not in an unsettling way. I don’t like unsettling things, things that don’t fit into a category like white or black, day or night, hungry or full; I suppose I find the in between quite … unnerving, but I like my cereal bowl so off-white is ok.
I like my bowl because it holds the perfect amount of cereal. Just enough capacity for the food to get soggy in the milk but still have enough crunch to make chewing sound like an earthquake within.
I like my bowl because when you think you have finished eating there is always a ring of milk, sweetness infused in it from the cereal. This ring of milk, the gold at the end of the rainbow, can only be tasted by pressing the rim of cold china to your lips and tilting your head back.