And then, no less than five minutes later, I'm slinging cereal and cutting fruit into itty - bitty pieces and trying to calm the usual morning chaos so I can please, please just have one little sip of coffee before this day starts and suddenly it's 8 a.m. and the kitchen looks like it exploded and everyone else has eaten breakfast but me and that's when my old reliable pal peanut butter toast makes its appearance. (girlversusdough.com)