Some of the best stuff isn’t planned. And today I present you the most delicious accident that’s happened in a loooong time.
You’re actually supposed to be staring at cute little baked oatmeal cups. I pictured you whipping them up for a Mama’s Day brunch and setting them alongside blood orange mimosa, iced coffee and super pretty flowers. But I failed you. SAD! I failed to bring the cuteness, I think. But that’s okay, because as I sat there pondering why and how the baked oatmeal cups went wrong, I started spooning it straight out of the muffin tins…and found myself repeating this act over and over and over. My accident was delicious!
So, rather than trying to make something cute, I decided to remake the dish–tweaking a few things here and there–and just throwing it all in a casserole dish. Sometimes tasty trumps cute, you know. And that sometimes is riiiiight now…
When I worked in an office with dark carpeting, stark lighting, long meetings, cubicles galore and scary HR people, the thing that disturbed me the most was the instant oatmeal that everyone loved eating for breakfast.
I’d go into the kitchen and watch people as they would empty out oatmeal packets into those paper bowls…they’d fill them with hot water, stir in some splenda, tell everyone about their weekend trip to Yosemite, I’d act like I was paying attention (but totally wasn’t)…because I was busy…wondering if they were just addicted to the ritual of oatmeal-making, or if they actually liked microwaved, soggy stuff. So I’d wait for it…
They’d shove a spoonful in their mouths…and they always looked like they liked it. And then I’d stand there, perturbed and think to myself, Man, humans are such complicated creatures.
Are you one of these instant-oatmeal loving humans?!
If so..let’s chat. I want to understand you. You intrigue me.