Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Just shut the fuck up.

We gotta stop kidding ourselves -- Cinnamon Toast Crunch is the best cereal. If not, then the second best. I guess if you aren't into sugary stuff then, like, yeah I guess it wouldn't be too high on your list. But if you aren't 80 years old then it is the best cereal. It's perfect when it's crunchy, it's perfect when it's soggy, it makes the milk all sugary and cinnamon-y. I can't think of a single bad thing about Cinnamon Toast Crunch, except maybe every 6 people I talk to about cereal talk about how it's "over-rated", but also think oatmeal is an acceptable replacement for cereal. Don't trust these people.

I remember as a child I thought Frosted Flakes were the best, and then I settled that Lucky Charms were better. But the old stand-by was always Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I never had a bad thing to say about it. Like, okay, if we're being extremely petty then Honey Nut Cheerios are probably better. But they aren't perfect. Does that make sense? Whatever. Cinnamon Toast Crunch is perfect.

You pour it in the bowl, and you already get the waft of cinnamon that incubated in the bag it was packaged in. The comfort rolls in, taken back to quiet snowy mornings. After waking up after a slow and nostalgic dream, your eyes slowly motion to the window above your bed. You'd think it was your sleepy morning eyes adjusting to the light, but as your vision begins to steady you realize it's pure white outside. You walk from your warm bedroom, just a little bit earlier in the morning than you usually wake up, and slide your feet across the wooden floors. Greeted by your parents, who didn't expect you to be up this soon, move on from their giggling and welcome you to the living room. You smell the coffee your parents are brewing, and listen to the rythmic bubbling from the alien-like contraption. You feel like you aren't old enough to drink coffee, but one day soon you may be. You can also hear the shuffling of your mom pouring something into a bowl, the opening of the fridge, the pouring of milk. Presented to you like royalty given the deed to a country, a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. That's why it's perfect. You don't get shit like this from fucking... Raisin Brand. Shut up.