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It will surprise no one: I'm granola.

Wanna kill a few minutes and do something mindless and admittedly pointless?

Take a quiz.

I personally think this assessment of me is way off. In fact I take offense -- I am a fabulous cook. And low maintenance? Are you kidding??




You Are Cereal



Playful and lighthearted, breakfast is likely your favorite meal of the day.

(In fact, you're probably the type who sneaks cereal as a midnight snack.)

Your culinary skills are probably a bit lacking... and you are a sucker for junk food.

Some people accuse you of eating like a kid, but you prefer to think of yourself as low maintenance.

Comments

I am toast. (And somehow, I don't feel comfortable making that statement!) Accordingly, I am:

Old fashioned and a bit of a homebody, you totally go for comfort food. You're the type who loves to cook for friends, and they love you for it. You truly know what tastes good, and you can often pick out the best dish at a restaurant. You don't fall for food trends. You stick with what's been food for a long time!
Chilly Dog said…
I am a Danish.
Indulgent and a bit greedy, you eat whatever you feel like eating... nutrition be damned.
You have a total sweet tooth, and you pretty much give into it whenever you feel like it.
While it treating yourself is nice occasionally, try eating a vegetable every once and a while.
Lay off the donuts and muffins, unless you want to be sporting a "muffin top" of your own!
Chilly Dog
Chilly Dog said…
And my owner is eggs:
Traditional and totally grown up, you truly believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
You don't skimp on nutrition or quality. You're likely to take the time to make yourself a decent meal each morning.
You're a great cook, even if you aren't a showy one. You can make a feast out of simple ingredients.
The food you eat may be basic, but you prefer to think of it as classic.
Chilly Dog.
(PS, they are totally wrong about him; he does not make a feast out of simple ingredients).
Brianne said…
I am toast too!! And I didn't even choose toast as my bread/danish of choice in the morning. What are they tryin' to pull here? I also don't agree with the statement that I love to cook for friends. I don't mind making something good every now and then but let there be no mistaking that Brett is the chef in this duo.

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