I'm not much of a breakfast person. My appetite takes a while to rouse in the morning, so I'm generally quite happy with just something chocolatey to drink. Chocolate milk if it's warm out, hot chocolate if I'm frigid.
Now that I'm jogging in the mornings, though, I need to have a bit more fuel in my stomach.
Ah, and did I also mention that I like to eat the same thing every morning? I don't relish standing bleary-eyed in the kitchen and having to re-figure out what it's going to be. I need to decide just once what breakfast looks like for the next, oh, thirteen months. At least.
So enter my latest breakfast trend:
Oatmeal. Oh yes, oatmeal.
But this is not your uncle's oatmeal, folks, this is oatmeal all-dressed-up. A splash of milk. A dousing of brown sugar. Sprinkled liberally with slivers of dried cherries and almonds, and voila!
Not the prettiest meal, I admit, but my taste buds are doing the mambo.
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