Yes, I am posting about oatmeal today. I know this is a staple in a lot of homes, but I can honestly say I had never had oatmeal until this year. My mother didn’t feed her children oatmeal. She didn’t like it. Something about the texture. She didn’t feed us anything she didn’t like. Similar to the oatmeal, I was never fed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as a kid. I had my first one in college. I’m not a fan.
My mother still does not like oatmeal. When I made it at her house, I tried to get her to eat some and she respectfully declined. This coming from a woman who will eat anything I cook for her except tempeh. Nobody likes tempeh. If they say they do, they’re lying.
Now that I am an adult with the ability to cook** and try new things, I decided to try my hand at making oatmeal. I sent out a tweet and asked my favorite vegan how to do this and he schooled me. I have since added some pizzazz to the dish and now it’s lovely. I just had a bowl and I nearly wept at the beauty of it all. Who knew oatmeal could be so yummy?
**I watched a marathon of Worst Cooks in America this weekend and it made me so sad. I had no idea so many people couldn’t cook and that cooking brought panic and anxiety to those who genuinely can not cook. I am sorry. I am just sorry.