Mini-blog #1: Oatmeal
On Monday, I made oatmeal. This is not ground breaking, per se, unless you are familiar with my affinity for oatmeal. Take me out to breakfast, walk me past a brunch buffet, and nine times out of ten I will forego the made to order omelets or gourmet stuffed french toast for a huge bowl of sticky industrial strength Irish famine oatmeal. Some people get excited about elaborate midnight buffets or lobster nights on a cruise...I look forward to the oatmeal. My love affair with porridge began when one of my mom's best friends (I didn't have aunts nearby, I had mom's best friends) introduced me to restaurant oatmeal in late elementary school. We'd order our bowls together and hide behind the carafe of coffee, spooning teaspoon after teaspoon of brown sugar into it like partners in crime. She passed away several years ago, but every time I fill a bowl I am reminded of her sweet friendship and this indulgence we shared so many times. Until Monday, at home, I have always settl...