It seems every blogger in Charlottesville has at least one blog post on the subject of oatmeal. This one is mine.
Oatmeal has been my go-to winter breakfast as long as I can remember. It’s evolved from those instant packets that you just add hot water to, to cooking it on the stove in a pot to my current daily microwave version.
I know, there are so many great ways I should try oatmeal. I’m sure everyone has one they want me to try and while I’m quite sure they are lovely, my daily oatmeal is yet another one of those habits I have had my entire life and I do not feel the urge to mix up something that still works quite well for me. That whole idea behind not fixing what’s not broken. After all, I am the gal who’s worn the same thing since college – black tshirt, demin, boots (or clogs). I am a creature of certain habits.
I like my oatmeal with raisins, cinnamon and brown sugar. I eyeball the amounts every morning, a sprinkle of this, a pinch of that, and it tastes the same every day. Well, except for the day I confused the jar of ground cayenne with the ground cinnamon.
I like quick oats – they cook faster. Plop them in a bowl with the toppings, add water, and microwave for 2 minutes. Stir and eat. I actually have tried variances on this, but I always go back to what’s quick and what works. After all, I was a devoted instant oatmeal gal for the first 20 years of my life. I want fast and easy in the morning. I am capable of making other forms of oatmeal – the wee one in our house finds my go-to version boring, so on her behalf, I have mixed it up, getting so jiggy with it, I’ve used fruit butters in the mix.
I found myself without raisins the other morning. Vaguely remembering my mother, not being able to find my preferred raisin cinnamon spice packets once upon a time, handing me an packet that featured dried apples with my preferred spices, telling me to try it, that I should branch out. It was a good substitute, but I prefer to eat my apple every afternoon as a snack, not in my morning oatmeal. However, there I stood the other morning, with no raisins on hand. Desperate times. I reached into the fridge and grabbed an apple. I chopped it up and threw it in the bowl in lieu of raisins. I cooked it. I ate it. It was a good substitute. I branched out. I actually ate it that way two mornings in a row this week. And now that I have raisins on hand again, I might try combining the two. Talk about getting jiggy with it….