“Destined to fail…”

For the past two mornings, I got the notion that I needed to try cooking my steel-cut oats in my rice cooker. Yesterday, I tried making them with milk, as I like my oats on the creamier side. I forgot that milk has a lower boiling point than water, so I spent more of the morning cleaning up spewed milk than I did eating my oats. In fact, I ended up tossing that batch, since I ran out of time, and because I was starving, I had a piece of peanut butter toast.

This morning, I made a second attempt, but this time I used water. The same thing happened. I started cooking the oats at 20 after 6.  Instead of drying & styling my hair, I spent more time cleaning up spewed oats & water, until I just took the lid off the rice cooker, and let them boil uncovered. By the time I got the bambino up and dressed, they were cooked enough that they were edible. This was 10 after 7. I stirred in my peanut butter, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar and raspberries. I didn’t care that it was 20 after 7, and I should’ve been brushing my teeth and putting on my shoes. I had enough trouble making those darn oats, and by gods I was going to eat them! I’m debating on trying the overnight method on the back of the box…We’ll see, though.

We ended up ordering pizza last night, and Jay got some garlic bread. I had thawed some pork chops, and was thinking of making some pasta and reheating the garlic bread for tonight’s dinner. I realize the menu called for sweet potato biscuits, but I just scanned the recipe, and didn’t realize that I’d need another stick of butter thawed. No matter. I can attempt them over the weekend, when I have more time.

Instead, I just fried up the chops:


And I wished I’d made mashed potatoes instead of hash browns, because I really wanted to make gravy. Not that mashed potatoes are a necessity for me whenever gravy is involved–Crackers are a necessity. Specifically, saltines. For as long as I can remember, crackers & gravy has been one of my favorite sides. According to my dad, it’s a Depression-era side dish (or, being as crackers & gravy was born of the Depression, more likely, it was the main dish!) that his family ate. And since I am a carb-junkie, I love it. I have been known to polish off an entire sleeve of crackers if there’s enough gravy. But I have no saltines at the moment, so I didn’t make any gravy. The hash browns were deliciously starchy enough for me:


There were just enough left over that I think I’ll heat them up, scramble an egg, and toast a piece of bread for breakfast tomorrow. I’ll try the overnight oats method another time!

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