I like my Kellogg’s Frosted Mini Wheats soggy. There I said it.  Don’t judge me, just because I know what I like.  Yes, sitting there in the milk, the mini wheats undergo a magical transformation.  No longer crispy and sharp.  No longer individuals.  No longer simply milk and cereal living in the same bowl.  Given time, they become something greater.  Something one.  Milk, mini wheats, life all forming one singular whole.  A breakfast collective with the unified intent of filling you up.  There I said it.  I like my Kellogg’s Frosted Mini Wheats soggy.  Take your scornful looks elsewhere and hand me a spoon.