Oats
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 bread with chocolate chips to bring in and leave in the office for everyone to consume. It didn't take long. That did my heart good.
So, anyway, I figured that overnight oats were part of the health extremism culture I was on the fringes of, and merrily went on my way (and sometimes bringing in scones from Panera which they also enjoyed in record time).
I told Himself that I had heard of overnight oats but didn't know anything about them. I didn't add that I'd like to keep it that way. He said he'd stumbled over a recipe that -- apparently -- Princess Diana had for breakfast daily and he was curious about it. So I went a-googling and found explanations and recipes and prepared a three-page report for him and thought, well, that will be that.
Yesterday was his day to do a grocery run. As usual, he found and brought home everything that was on the list. As usual, he found and brought home some things that were not on the list. I didn't think anything of it.
But last night, eleven o'clock came and went and I could hear him puttering around in the kitchen. Yup. At the store, he'd picked up some oats and some pecans, and some other suspicious things (though no chia seeds [yet]).
This morning, instead of my usual yogurt with granola, I was served Himself's Initial Overnight Oats, replete with pecans, honey, grated apple, and berries.
DAMN, it was good!
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Don't you just love men who cook?!
My scrappy SIC baby quilt blocks are all laid out on the guest bed. If I still like the layout today, I'll start sewing block pairs together. The quilt will be somewhere around 50" square when finished.
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Ceci
Our oldest daughter introduced us to overnight oats many years ago, and they wax and wane in popularity here on a regular cycle. I usually do have oats for breakfast in some form or another (muffin, smoothie, regular old cooked oats, or overnight oats). But the need to plan my breakfast the night before in order to have overnight oats means that it is the least frequent in the rotation. ;)