I forgot that I love oatmeal. How do you forget that you love something? When I awoke this morning it was sooo cold. I always leave the windows open at night and then shut them when I get up in the morning to trap the cool air in. When I came down (it was early, early) it was absolutely freezing. So much so that when I went out to free the chickens I was actually afraid to look at the garden. Thankfully the tomatoes just nodded a cheery good morning, completely oblivious to the cold, and to the nervousness of my glances.
All that said, it was hours later that I became hungry and thought of my long lost comfort food. My chilly toes and fingers prompted the thought.
Here's why I love oatmeal: I always have it in the pantry. The only other ingredients I need are water, salt, milk, brown sugar and maybe cinnamon (though I do love diced apple too when I have it). It's warm. It's attractive when prepared right. Most importantly, it's delicious!
I've totally choreographed the simple preparation and eating routine~
Bring to a boil 1cup water
1/2 cup oatmeal *old fashioned, not quick oats
1/8 teaspoon salt
Reduce heat to simmer. Add lid. Cook for 8 minutes.
Spoon into a bowl adding dark brown sugar and cinnamon. Pour milk around the edge (not on top). Now comes the important part. DO NOT STIR! Gently poke around to incorporate flavors and textures. If you stir it all up it becomes the mush that so many despise.
This is seriously good stuff. Trust me...