This is day #2 of oatmeal for breakfast. I'm trying to be a compliant little nurse on this low Iodine diet... and I can't really think of a good reason why I've never embraced oatmeal.
It looks like gruel. It tastes like gruel. It bubbles on the stovetop like gruel. It's oatmeal, not gruel, but it looks like what the old movies want you to think they served orphans: gruel.
I'm not even sure why I like to eat grits for breakfast, truth be known. In college I'd mix a package of grits with a lipton chicken soup packet, make them really thick, and spread the yellow goodness on crackers. And then I didn't eat them for years, until I started getting them for breakfast again, sans soup.
The consistancy throws me off. Oatmeal kindof slides around in your mouth like shrimp. It gooshes around your teeth and swims to the back of your throat. It's slick and gritty at the same time. And did I mention it looks like gruel?
I think I can make this love-hate relationship work for a couple of more weeks. It's nothing a drip of olive oil and Mrs. Dash can't fix. And although I can't use chocolate syrup or the hot chocolate mix, I do have some cocoa and splenda if I need a special morning concoction.
11 hours ago