There used to be an ice cream place in San Francisco, just this very unclearly marked door in a wall, and they had a ice cream flavor named "Secret Breakfast". It was whiskey and cornflakes. There were actual cornflakes in the ice cream. It was some of the best ice cream I have ever had.

I think about Secret Breakfast a lot. Like at least monthly.

There was a time that was a thing in my life.
The Twitter way to do this would be to say "I think about this every day". However, I do not think about it every day. I just think about it frequently. Once a month is actually pretty frequently to think about a foodstuff you will never have again. I don't even think about PB Crisps that often. The internet has caused us to experience a sort of inflation in the marginal power of intrusive thoughts
@mcc I like "I think about this often", because, in invoking Mercymorn's acid jail rant, it makes it clear that the difference between a few times a week and several times a year isn't all that big a deal compares to the potential longness of a life spent sometimes thinking about the thing.