Oatmeal for Breakfast
It’s starting to get cold out. Every time I step outside I’m reminded of how much I don’t like the cold. I’m wrapped up in my winter coat and there are still people going out in t-shirts. I’m a weather wimp. I openly admit it.
The cold mornings have made me less fond of the chilly fruit and yogurt that I eat to replace cereal for breakfast. I’ve been trying to find some alternatives. I tried eating eggs and though I like eggs, I just don’t like them for breakfast. So I’ve started eating oatmeal. My oats are carefully prepared by soaking them overnight in water with lemon juice to break down the antinutrients in them, but you don’t really want to hear all about my grain soaking obsession here.
The oatmeal is great. It cooks up fast. I add a banana and some raisins for sweetness. This is my new favorite breakfast. Who would’ve thought that me, the girl who always refused to eat oatmeal would say such a thing. Just this morning I said, “I love oatmeal.”
My husband who was reading something really important on the NFL site said, “That’s good.” But I could tell by the way he said it that he wasn’t really listening. He didn’t really understand how much I love oatmeal, but I couldn’t be bothered to push the subject just then. I had a delicious bowl of oatmeal to eat.
My relationship with oatmeal isn’t all good. I don’t much care for this strange skin it leaves all over the pan.
