Nothing made me happier as a child than seeing a box of Count Chocula cereal in our kitchen cabinet. They were so good I’d inhale the box, barely chewing, shredding the roof of my mouth in the process, but I didn’t care. They were chocolate and they were for breakfast. Win, win.
Now they only make an appearance around Halloween. When I see them stacked high at the grocery store my heart still skips a beat. A relic from my childhood, here to be enjoyed again and passed down to the next eager generation. I’m not a huge fan of sugary cereal for breakfast, but for these I make an exception. If you love your kids, you will too.