When I was in third grade I had in a role in my first play ever and it was my all-time favorite, Oliver Twist. I sadly was only given one line in the whole dang thing (I was gunning for the role of Dodger but didn’t get it) and that was, “Can I have some more porridge, please.”
I made sure to make my eyes look really sad and puppy dog-like and used the best fake English accent I could muster up. I’m pretty sure it was awful. I remember never really knowing what porridge was at the time, and honestly my opinion of it as I grew older was scarred from that experience. I figured it must’ve been awful if all “orphans” could get their hands on was a big bowl of mushy porridge.
Porridge has made a big 180 in my head. Porridge would be pressed to find a bigger fan. This porridge love story starts with persimmons, the other love of mine.
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…
Heyyyy! I hope you’re ready because I’m hurling another Kin Community video at you. I hope you don’t mind. Today’s recipe, Oat Blueberry Banana Bread, is kind of a no-brainer. It’s crunchy with a lot of banana-awesomeness inside. In other news, I think–as a community–we need to come up with another word for “moist.”
I know I’ve said this like, a million times before. And, I do sometimes feel like I talk about the same things over and over. You know when you’ve been friends with someone for a long time and they keep repeating the same story over and over, and if you’re nice you keep listening and act like you’ve never heard it before; but if you’re like me, you’re just like, Dude, okay I’ve heard this like a million times–get a new story already!
So, if you’re sick of hearing this, I completely understand and come back tomorrow (or Wednesday), I’m promising cake or empanadas…I can’t decide. But if you’re feeling particularly patient, hear me out. I wanted to describe this banana bread as moist, because, well, it is. (And I do in the video but it was painful for me to do so!) This bread is moist. And it’ll stay that way for daaayys. But OMG do I hate that word. It’s too disgusting of a word to describe something so perfect and delicious, and yet I have no synonym for it. I’m synonym-less.
So, this morning I’m trading this Oat Blueberry Banana Bread for a synonym. Your move…