When I was a kid, the number-one thing I remember most about cereal commericals isn’t the cartoon characters or copious amount of sugar, but the phrase and image of “part of a complete breakfast.”

As I recall, a complete breakfast included: a bowl of the advertised cereal, a glass of milk, a glass of orange juice, a grapefruit, two eggs sunny side up, some sausage or bacon, toast, waffles, hashbrowns and the soles of old shoes. In all seriousness though, there was an awful lot of food in those shots and I don’t know anybody outside of a Sunday brunch line who eats that much for breakfast.

Like most people, when I eat cereal, all I eat is cereal, maybe –maybe– with some juice. Unlike most people, I never put milk on my cereal unless it’s grape nuts (because you have to) or rice krispies (because they snap, crackle, pop!). I hate soggy cereal, so I just drink my milk on the side. How very When Harry Met Sally of me.

Breakfast with Tiffany's

All of this is so say, after much waffling (or not bothering) Kasey and I decided on the next selection for our two-person book club: Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I know I said I wanted to do something wintery , but with all the Holiday hubbub something short and frothier seemed more appropo, so Mark Halprin’s 768 page Winter’s Tale will have to wait until January.We might finish before Christmas, we might not (we mightn’t have bothered to picked a date yet), but you can bet when we finish we’ll be meeting outside the local Tiffany’s, Duncan Donuts in hand.

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