I am not a huge cereal lover.  I like it fine, but I was never a die hard, “can’t live without my Wheaties before starting the day” kind of girl.  Growing up watching my brother consume 3-4 bowls each morning, like he had been starved for days or it might be the last time he would be given the magical opportunity to taste such a divine breakfast creation, I instead usually reached for Aunt Jemima’s cinnamon coffee cake.  When I spent the night at Gigi’s and we had a bowl of Shredded Wheat or Grape Nuts…