Breakfast of Champions

As evidenced by this post, Preston and I have very different tastes in food. As in, we have completely opposite tastes in food and drink (except maybe in beer...mmm). He drinks regular milk; I drink soy milk. He drinks orange juice; I drink coffee. He eats hot dogs; I eat tofu. I snack on carrot sticks dipped in hummus (or rather, hummus with a side of carrot); he snacks on Pringles. He loves orange sherbert; I like fattening chocolate ice cream with nuts and caramel swirls and fudge swirls and real whipped cream on top. You get the point. Not the most cost effective way to eat, but neither of us is willing to sacrifice our eating habits so OOPS we spend a lot of money on food. And probably enjoy our meals a lot more (though, to be honest, one of our pow wows over the honeymoon was about cooking and eating together on a regular basis...we're working on it).

Anyways, for the purposes of this post, here's what you need to know: because we eat completely different foods and drink completely different drinks, our not very large fridge is almost always full to bursting. This afternoon (while Preston was making breakfast at 2 pm) I was scrounging around in the back of the fridge for the basil I bought at the Farmer's Market a few days ago so that I could whip up some Caprese Salad for tonight. Alas, in this attempt, I bumped the bag of hot dog buns at the front of the fridge, which in turn knocked a bottle of beer onto the kitchen floor that quickly started leaking out the top. Not wanting to waste a beer as delicious as Mackeson's, I quickly held the leaking bottle over a measuring cup and told Preston that he would now be having beer with his bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Ever the gentleman, he took my klutziness in stride, grabbed a pint glass, gently opened the beer, and poured it in. So even though he might eat like a seven year old (seriously, when was the last time YOU had Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Though, in the spirit of full disclosure, I will say that it makes an excellent late night snack), he drinks like the twenty-six year old man that he is. If this isn't a Breakfast of Champions, I don't know what is.

Edit: Apologies for the blurriness of the photo. I was laughing and couldn't hold the camera still. Whoopsies.