When I was five or so, I saw a commercial for instant oatmeal, and badgered my mother into buying it. I'm sure she gave in simply because she thought she'd get something healthy into me, and it was better than the Cocoa Krispies I was also campaigning for.
Of course, I sat at the kitchen table sobbing because the smell and appearance was too scary to contemplate actually putting it into my mouth, and my mother would not let me get up until I had at least tasted it. She got tired before I did.
Amy 1, oatmeal 0.
40+ years have gone by without my tasting oatmeal, unless disguised in a cookie or rustic bread. Until my nutritionist lovingly crooned about the wonderful things oatmeal would do for my body. Good cholesterol up, bad LDL down. Fills you up. Low in calories, full of fiber.
So, I plunked down four bucks at Whole Foods for a tin of steel-cut oats. It looked like guinea pig food. I was just as scared as I was at five. I followed the instructions, stirring it in a pot of simmering water. It eventually started to thicken, and the grains swelled. This did not look appetizing. My eldest son peered in and told me it looked like, well, you can guess what he said.
I slopped some into a bowl, added some 2% Greek yogurt, a pinch of Splenda (I know, I know) a shake of some cinnamon, and a handful of sliced strawberries.
And... I liked it! I liked the nutty flavor and texture of the oats. The addition of yogurt added a creamy touch, and it was slightly sweet from the sweetener and berries. I've since found that I can soak the grains overnight, and then it cooks in 10 minutes in the morning. It stores well in the fridge, and heats in the microwave with a few drops of milk.
I'm eating oatmeal. And enjoying it. What is this world coming to?