and when i'm basically just freezing myself to death every F*ing minute,
i need some rib-sticking hot heartiness to help me not actually die.
and what's thicker than oatmeal?
mud?
i'm not eating that, even if it's hot.
so, oats it is.
a blend of thick-cut rolled ones and scottish steel-cut chunks.
check the teleport:
WOOOOOOOOORD.
simmered up in coconut-almond milk,
with a fat pat of vegan butter,
a dash of salt,
a little scoop of brown sugar,
and a splash of vanilla-
topped up with unsweetened coconut yogurt,
AND toasted walnuts,
AND agave-glazed cinnamon sunflower and pumpkin seeds,
AND mini vegan dark chocolate mini chips,
AND chilly sugared raspberries,
AND toasted coconut,
AND mooooore brown sugar.
so simple, so burly, so MANLY, even when it's pretty for a picture.
what else is there to even say?
oatmeal is the best.
i love wheat, but if i'm gonna get busy with some straight-up great grain goodness
in the morning?
it's gotta be oats.
they're better than all the competitors for best a.m. grain.
grits are cool, but this is the NORTH, bro.
we're up here with that highland hot fire.
i'm channeling the soul of some claymore swordplayin'
tartan skirt wearing warrior poetry,
in the hopes of maybe getting a little more heat resistant.
so far, it hasn't taken hold.
i must need another hundred thousand bowls;
never quiet, never soft.....
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