For at least a decade of my life, I was obsessed with oatmeal. I started eating it for breakfast every morning in my early twenties, and the love affair grew stronger as the years went on. I blame my mom for this. I moved back home for the first year after graduating college and noticed that my mom would eat oatmeal every morning (it was probably something that Dr. Oz suggested ;)). She’d cook up slow multi-grain oats and stir in dried fruits, nuts and brown sugar to add texture and flavor. I adopted her breakfast habits and was immediately hooked.
It might sound really silly, but oatmeal had a very significant meaning in my life when I was teaching. I’d make up a batch for breakfast the night before, pack it up, and re-heat and eat it when I got to work. I got to work at least a half hour before the school day started so that I could just slowly ease into the morning and enjoy my “oatmeal time.” It was by far my favorite part of the work day (needless to say, I didn’t really love my job… at all).