I love oatmeal. All oatmeal. All kinds. My personal favorite is steel cut Irish oatmeal, but I will eat the instant in a pinch. One key:it HAS to be made with milk, not water.
I eat it with a spoon of brown sugar on top and a smattering of raisins. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
And I don't stop at oatmeal. I also like Malto Meal and Cream of Wheat. I'm not picky. As long as it is steamy hot and made with milk, we are good.
I know this is rather odd. Bing and Liv like oatmeal, but they don't pick it as a treat the way that I will. And I suppose that most people would find it strange that in the three digit heat of a Nebraska summer, I will choose a bowl of oatmeal over a bowl of ice cream.
It is Liv's fault. When she was a baby, oatmeal was one of her first foods. She loved it and I had rarely eaten it, so I ate it along with her. We both loved it and ate it many, many times for breakfast AND dinner. Somewhere along the way, she decided that she liked it about once a month and only for breakfast while I decided that I could eat it not once, not twice, but happily three times a day.
Maybe that is why all of my sisters have high cholesterol and I don't. I'm also pretty regular as a rule (except when that colitis thing is going on) and I think oatmeal is to thank for that too.
I just like the sheer coziness of it. In winter, it warms my bones. In summer, it makes me feel full and I don't pig out on cookies.
I like to eat my oatmeal with a book propped up on the table. I take long, leisurely bites of my oatmeal, letting a raisin slip in every other bite, and slowly read. It is peaceful and harmless.
I also like goat milk and water buffalo yogurt. Vanilla is the best. There IS a difference. It isn't as sweet as the other yogurts, it has more of a texture and is a bit sour, but not overly so.
So, thank you, oatmeal, for easing me on down that road we call life.
What are your comfort foods? Anything strange or unusual? C'mon, let it all hang out.
And hey, if you are looking for a really fantastic blog to read, may I suggest Indiscriminate scribbles. It is the kind of writing that makes you travel right along with Alice and stand next to her while she tells you all about this feeling or that memory. I have yet to read her blog in a skimming fashion. I go through it slowly and with such interest. I never just dip my toes in, I jump in all the way and am never sorry. When I get to the end of one of her posts, I sigh because I feel as if I have been on a journey with someone who actually could write the blues. So..give her a go, yes?
And I fell in love with the song, The Promise, by Tracy Chapman on Alice's wonderful blog. Another time where I started crying over a song. I am surprising myself with my tendency to weep over music lately. I went for years being the sort of person who was rarely moved to tears by music. Now, I hear something and it sort of pierces right through my heart....
Oh, and eat your oatmeal!