It happens in the blink of an eye. First, they are tiny, pooping, crying, wonderful living creatures that taught you to be cool about suspicious scents and stains on your body. Then they are larger, human-like creatures dragging themselves out of bed for the final few days before the school vacation. Grumbling about lack of sleep (but they never ever need an afternoon nap), lack of energy (but exercise is boring when you have Netflix at home) and lack of drive (and I am gonna blame it on technology as well).

Thus began another ordinary 6 am in my household where I go through the routine of wondering why I’m yet to record myself repeating the same old lines day-in-day-out to cheer, encourage, and then pressurize my 11-year-old into simply getting himself ready for school. All this while sipping away on my energy juice, of course. It was over one of these sipping-deep-breathing-must-not-lose-my-cool mornings where it occurred to me that my foodie might just be a nicer person in the mornings if he had breakfast that both pleased his tastebuds and offered great mood-boosting effects as well.