Oats
Well, friends, it's been a very long time since there was news of this magnitude from Near Philadelphia. The other day, Himself asked if I'd ever heard of overnight oats. I had. Back when I worked at the school for children with autism, the wonderful teachers there talked about them. Overnight oats, I mean. They talked about them. Once in a while, a teacher would be quickly consuming them at her desk while waiting for school to start. I paid this no mind. None at all. Because these same teachers were also prone to bringing in enormous Mason jars full of some kind of gross extremely healthy-looking salads for their lunches. One of them brought in a gallon bottle of water that she'd drink every drop of during the day. They'd speak casually about "going for a run," and -- worse -- signing up for a 5K. Perhaps you can imagine how this sounded to someone who liked to sew, read, and make cookies. To be fair, once in a while Jennifer would bake a loaf of banana b...
