But the box looked so good in the grocery store: “Weight Control Maple Brown Sugar Oatmeal.” A-ha! Key word: weight control.
I gagged. Gagged, people.
First of all, I don’t even know how to fix oatmeal. Yes, I read the directions, but I think I may have gotten it a little too thick. I felt like I was eating….something…I’m not sure what. Maybe it’s the texture that’s got me all out of whack.
I texted Leigh and asked her if she eats oatmeal and what her favorite flavor was if she did. She said she liked Apples and Cinnamon and Maple Brown Sugar. Been there, done that, don’t wanna go back.
Maybe I’ll try the Apples and Cinnamon. It’s sweet, right? Maybe it will taste like a warm cinnamon roll with tiny little apple slices in it? I could go for that.
But then again. Maybe I should just stick to grits.
After all, I am a Southern Girl.
P.S. Thank you for all your comments yesterday regarding your Pampered Chef stoneware. You don't know how long I debated about posting that picture! Ha! I guess I should have titled the post, "Show Us Your Pampered Chef Stoneware."