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Oats, How I Hate Thee: Day the Third

I tried the Apples and Cinnamon oats again.
This time I tried cooking them on the stove top since the microwave made them disgustingly mushy. For a half-happy moment the oats looked like they would have an enjoyable texture, but, like a sun going nova and finally collapsing on itself, the oats lost that consistency and looked more like that turkey glop I mentioned the other day. My wife tells me that this is the nature of instant oats; that she refuses to eat the stuff preferring her oats plain, perhaps with raisins.

I told her that the concept of eating “raw oats” is both abhorrent and likely unbiblical: I’m searching Leviticus for proof.

On another note, my daughter seems interested in the oats and I feel I should expose her and the eldest to the unique flavor at this early stage of their lives. Perhaps I can curb any future hatred.

Rey

5 responses to “Oats, How I Hate Thee: Day the Third”

  1. You’d think you were writing about broccoli or something nasty…is it really all that different from granola bars, cheeri-o’s, or oatmeal cookies?

  2. Dude, as a test do as follows: Open up dad’s breakfast nook; move away the heart-healthy cereal boxes; reach all the way in the back and grab the unopened box of oats your mother got him a year or two ago (it might still be fine); boil it with a pinch of salt; bite it.

    I guarantee you will swear my death.

  3. He goes through those Quaker cylinders pretty quickly, actually. I just bought him one a few weeks ago, so maybe I’ll try some this weekend if there’s any left.

    O/T: Why is your blog so slow-loading lately? I thought it was my home connection but it’s the only site that takes so long to load, and happens when I’m on a faster connection too.