I admit it.
I am a 'foodie'.
I love food – eating it, reading about it, shopping for it...
Okay, that last one may be an exaggeration, although I have been known to drag people to farmer's markets while on vacation in hotel rooms where there is no hope of cooking that artisinal, heritage, kombucho-tomato-peach hybrid.
You give me a Buzzfeed list of TWENTY-THOUSAND CROCKPOT DINNERS UNDER FIVE MINUTES or a Tasteeee list of BREAKFASTS THAT WILL REVOLUTIONIZE YOUR MORNING ROUTINE AND MAKE YOU LOSE FIFTEEN POUNDS IN FIVE MINUTES
and I immediately pin-it, make a list, plan meals for the next seven months and spend way too much money at the grocery.
All to forget where I hid the list and wind up making my famous ground beef and broccoli with garlic salt.
I do pride myself on actually being somewhat ahead of the game:
Greek yogurt? First person to request it at our local market.
Hummus? Tried making my own with garbanzo beans and peanut butter for some vegetarian friends in the late 80's.
I even made borscht way back in 1979, long before it was politically trendy to be associated with Russia.
But all buzz about 'overnight oats'?
I have resisted whole-heart-healthily. There was nothing about 'overnight oats' that appealed to me. Oats, milk, fruit mixed and placed in the fridge for twelve hours, then eaten cold???
Sounded like the fixings for a container of cement at worst and a soggy bowl of cold soggy grain at almost worst.
I am that person who barely pours milk on regular cereal, let alone marinate my flakes in it.
Frankly, oatmeal in my opinion is best hot, and as cookies.
It took Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman of Food Network fame, to convince me to attempt 'overnight oats'. Her pleasant, sweet optimism as she poured heavy cream, fresh chopped strawberries, half and half, brown sugar and oats into a mason jar, tightened the lid, shook it up and place it in her perfectly organized refrigerator gave me hope that if I too gave 'overnight oats' a try, my morning would greet me with a lovely pink sunrise over a beautiful field of horses.
This is what my breakfast looked like:
|There is not a photo filter in the world that could improve on this picture.|
I concede, I did not use a mason jar and I did not have fresh strawberries. And while I did have heavy cream in the fridge, I opted for slightly lighter almond milk and a splash of half and half with blueberries and banana standing in for the fruit component.You can never convince me that there is some special Mason Jar Alchemy that magically turns this pile of goo into a creamy bowl of deliciousness.
And its ice cold.
I took a couple tastes straight from the fridge before dumping my Rubbermaid container into a bowl and microwaving for a few minutes.
Which succeeded in putting the missing component of heat into this messed up experiment and turned the cold bowl of goo into a warm bowl of slightly banana scented plaster. And since I was short one monkey with a broken leg in need of casting, or a fracture in the New Madrid Fault line in need of shoring up, I tossed the entire mess into the trash and opted for what may be the new breakfast trend:
|Peanut butter and those fantastic cookies Southwest Airlines passes out with Pour Over coffee on the side. That's right, I am that person...|
Rob took the trash out later that day and commented on the heftiness of the bag comparable to the actual amount of trash in the can.
I kept my mouth shut and read up on SEVENTY TWO INGENIOUS WAYS TO USE KOHLRABI.
*Those 'Southwest' cookies are made by belVita. They boast a hefty dose of protein to keep you full all rolled into a delicious cookie. This is, in fact, true.
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You can find Wendy at http://www.outreachmama.com.****
OK I will not try that!ReplyDelete
Actually your hope for a rosy sunrise over a field of happy horses reminded me of when I realized one day while drooling over a rather expensive top in a catalogue that what I was actually drooling over was the turquoise water, white sands, and blue skies with fluffy white clouds of the tropical beach on which the model was standing. Saved me quite a bit of money when I realized that and that if I shelled out for the shirt I was going to be very disappointed when the package came and there wasn't even any sand in there.
Isn’t that the truth? I am all over anything advertised in a beautiful tropical locale.Delete