I have a very distinct memory of sitting down with my mother at the breakfast table with a bowl of Wheaties and a banana sliced on top. She would tell me stories about when she was little, sitting at the table with her Grandfather and sharing the very same breakfast. Now that I’m older, I don’t remember the last time I had a bowl of my nostalgic past, but I can tell you it set the bar for my morning eating habits — I still don’t like sugar cereals, not even Frosted Flakes, even if Tony the Tiger tells me they’re Greeeeeaaat!