As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As this is the last year that most of us will probably have anything of civilization like we grew up with, I was moved to have oatmeal for breakfast as it was my birthday.
I will explain that I hate oatmeal. The mother made this paste shit and you were told to eat it a you gagged.
As TL was sent on a mission for Grandpa's cookies makings, TL was led by God to pick up Old Fashioned Quaker Oats. That is not the quick oats and it is something I pondered at breakfast in the mother cooked quick oats like old fashioned which takes 5 minutes as it is not pre cooked.
She always came up with "Creamy", and there ain't no creamy about quick oats. It is watery paste and I hated that shit.
The Holy Ghost was the chef as He told me the night before, "Put vanilla in it", as we were baking the cookies.
So I'm going to give you the recipe for Monsanto free long cook oatmeal. TL even liked it and so did I, as this has TEXTURE to it and is not paste.
2 cups boiling water
1 cup old fashioned Quaker oatmeal.
1 tsp salt
2 tsp's vanilla
Cook as directed 5 minutes
Top with honey, DARK brown sugar and heavy cream.
I like to let mine set a few minutes to let the steam off, (the wet) and let it stiffen up.
I have a story.
When I was growing up and got sick, the mother was about as compassionate as Nazi at a work camp. She once made me after I was puking, a hot chicken sandwich, the chicken was HOT, on toast, with mayo. I about puked at that unearthly combo. I complained and I was told, "Well you must be getting better as you are fussy".
That is the kind of care I received. No care.
So she breaks her wrist, and of course is an invalid, a dog beat with a stick and pouting in the corner as her life is over as it is so much to deal with.
I was very sick then. Most people would have killed themselves or just given up, and I was let to take care of the mother. So we get her home and it is a cold winter......it was 40 below when she broke her wrist and a snowstorm, and I had to get home in that shit with no help, ramming snow drifts with the car to get up the road.
So with that, I ask her before bed what she wants for breakfast. I am thinking something simple. No she wants oatmeal. She NEVER ate that fucking stuff on her own as it was too much work, but with taking care of her, being sick, I am told she wants oatmeal.
I of course was pissed, disgusted and furious as I never got taken care of. Hell if I asked for something, I would end up getting what the fuck she wanted which was some shit no one would eat.
So I took a deep breath, exhaled, and went to bed. Oh I could not get up on my own mind you. She would have to be fed early, because this was all about her and her bowels would not work she said if she did not eat exactly on time or shit exactly on time..........unless of course she had something she wanted to do, and then everything went fine.
So I get up early in the dark and make that fucking oatmeal. I'm exhausted as I have allot of shit to do in chores, plus take care of her.
My reward was the next morning in it was announced, "I am constipated". Yes God stove her up with that Goddamn oatmeal. I smiled inside like a solar flare. I am still smiling as I type this as this was God really being thoughtful of me and I appreciate it.
I never had to make that oatmeal again and this is still one of the joys of my life.
Compared to my Grandpa, who never asked a thing of people in putting them out, that is why I make things probably for the last time before the world ends, in things he shared and things that I want to do even if it is my birthday and I hate oatmeal.
Nuff Said
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