When I was a kid I thought oatmeal was disgusting. Thick and gooey and bland and usually cold by the time I reached the kitchen. Give me a bagel any day!
Then I grew up and one day I went out to breakfast with my grandparents and noticed how really spectacular my grandpa's oatmeal looked. I asked for a bite and... a new obsession was born.
Turns out the secret is cream, just the right balance of brown sugar and cinnamon, and making it really, REALLY hot and continuing to add liquid as the oats soak it up. Once you hit the right scientific formula... heaven!
Oh come on, don't look at me like that! Breakfast is important! And oatmeal is cheap and gluten-free and really easy on the stomach (if you happen to have my stomach which is one of the pickiest ever invented).
So yes, I love properly made oatmeal now. The scary thing is that I'm sort of craving buttered kale right now... help! I'm turning into a grown-up!