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| Spicey B'fast Tale |
| 03.20.05 (2:39 pm) [edit] |
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This morning, I'm making my oatmeal. While it's cooking, I'm feeding the felines, popping pills, sipping green tea. I take it out of the microwave, stir in lotsa cinnamon and Splenda. I usually watch the squirrels and chipmunks chowing down at the bird feeder while I eat. I take a bite and almost choke. I accidentally used paprika on my oatmeal. I don't recommend it. Trust me. Blech. |
posted by: JT (reply)
post date: 03.20.05 (4:29 pm)
OMG, I'm cracking up. True story:
First time I had abdominal surgery I was 19. My mom took me home afterwards; they lived in a loft above their film studio. She and my dad dragged me up the stairs and put me to bed. My mom then wanted to do something momlike, so when I was allowed to eat, she offered to make me a childhood favorite: egg noodles with cinnamon & sugar (toss cooked noodles with butter, then sprinkle the c&s on it. Heaven.). I wasn't even hungry yet, but weakly said I'd give it a shot.
My mom races back into my room with a steaming bowl, and sits carefully next to me, miming eating it. I smile gamely at her, take a bite, and choke.
You guessed it; salt instead of sugar.
Naturally, my mom is a really-well trained gourmet cook, so I give her shit about this on a regular basis, 15 years later. Tee hee.
posted by: JT (reply)
post date: 03.20.05 (4:31 pm)
P.S. At work, there's an oatmeal bar at the breakfast buffet. They have hot oatmeal, grits, and assorted toppings, which include cranberries, brown sugar, peanut butter (huh?), and granola. Brown sugar and granola elevate ordinary oatmeal into something otherworldly. I pretend it's still good for me while I shovel it in.
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 03.21.05 (8:10 am)
Yuck, I like both of those things too but that combination sounds really bad, not what one would expect!
posted by: uniquelaughter (reply)
post date: 03.22.05 (2:43 am)
LOL poor thing...
i've used salt in my cereal-i thought it was sugar.. bleeecchhh!
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