First, there is the choice of grain:
corn, wheat, rice, oats, quinoa, bran, a combination?
Then, the shape:
clusters, cubes, circles, octagons, squares, orbs, flakes, or grit?
Then, the flavor:
sweet, vanilla, frosted, chocolate, berry, honey, or nut?
Then the texture:
puffed, dense, crumbly, crisp, soft, or crunchy?

It’s hard to be a Vulcan, to know what the breadth
of your choices are, to have no cravings
or habits to guide you,
to know that this choice
will make no difference to anyone
and still, he paces the rows of boxes,
finger tapping lip, one eyebrow
arched, stomach grumbling.