Then why the hell do I hate oatmeal?
I’ve tried on numerous occasions to embrace my inner flower-power-hippy self and love oatmeal as the rest of my fellow bloggers and health freaks do, but I just can’t. The pre-packed Quaker oats, the flavored oatmeals, old fashion steel cut oats, gluten free oats, you name in.
I just can’t get over the texture. It’s something about the warm creaminess that reminds me more of baby food rather than breakfast. Risotto, I’m in! Ice cream, even better! Yogurt, the thicker and more Greek, yes sir. But why this utter hatred for the healthiest of healthy breakfast foods?
See even the picture LOOKS amazing, yet to me, doesn’t taste so. Compliments of Canadian Family.
In a Serious Eats article contemplating the best places to eat oatmeal in New York, I fall under the category of “the kind of people that will never understand why someone would order oatmeal in a restaurant.” I also have another category for myself, “why would anyone ever eat oatmeal at all?”
Granted, I come from a crunchy-family. That’s a term I just made up, and it basically means, those related to me prefer the snap of a pretzel over the creaminess of yogurt during snack time. The cardboard taste of dry cereal (yes, I’m odd and eat my cereal dry) than the warmth of oatmeal. I’m going to blame my genetics on this one, as I know there are raves about oatmeal from everyone I talk to.
If you feel so inspired, send me your pics, recipes, and posts at the bottom of this and I will promise to experiment. Although there are no guarantees I stop eating my cereal dry …







Now it’s odd how they recommend consuming it, but I know a good friend of mine would enjoy this because it’s supposedly similar to Japanese bubbling teas. Take a glass of water, a wedge of lemon, and a teaspoon of chia seeds, maybe some honey, and allow to seeds to spurt.