Oh oatmeal.. I have never liked it. Oatmeal is the ‘nice guy’ of breakfast fare. The guy who didn’t do anything specifically to make me dislike him, yet I can’t help but make a yuck face when anyone asks if I’ve talked to him lately. I know, it’s got a ton of health benefits and I’m really trying to get on board. He’s all like “I’ve got soluble fiber for days and I’m antioxidant rich, bitch!” And I’m all like “Yeah… but you’re fucking boring. People have to shove you into cookies to get anywhere near excited about you.”
Truth hurts.
I want to like it. I really do. We just need to zhuzh it up a bit.
Day 10: Oatmeal with EVERYTHING
I threw everything in the pantry at this and.. I really didn’t hate it. Cashew, pistachio, seeds, a cornucopia of dried fruits and ginger. Bananas, berries and some leftover crunchy butternut bread bits toasted in ghee that I put on my ice cream last night.
The zhuzh is complete.