Tuesday, March 08, 2011
A rose by any other name...
Our family has a conflicted relationship to oatmeal. I loathed oatmeal when I was a child and would eat the tiniest portion I could get away with for breakfast. For many years, when I was old enough to choose my own breakfasts, I chose things other than oatmeal. Then when I was all grown up with
children, David started making oatmeal for us, and I discovered that with apples and dried fruits and nuts and milk, I actually like oatmeal. Maybe even love it.
So I felt the tiniest bit of sympathy when our second son decided he hated oatmeal, but I also felt sure that if he just added the right stuff, he would eventually love it too. This was not true. He still hates oatmeal. He's moved away from home now, but his attitude has slowly drifted down to the other kids. Every time I make oatmeal more and more is left in the pot until, recently, David and I are the only ones who eat more than a spoonful.
I'm not ready to give up oatmeal as a breakfast option, so I decided bold steps were in order. A couple of weeks ago, I announced that the next morning we were going to have Apple Crisp in a Bowl for breakfast. I made oatmeal as usual, including the cut-up apples I usually put in it, and I stirred in sugar and cinnamon and nuts and dried cranberries, instead of putting them on the table separately. I also put our can of whipped cream on the table. Isaac was enthusiastic from the start and ate two huge bowlfuls topped by tufts of whipping cream. Eleanor was dubious. "Isn't this just oatmeal?" she asked suspiciously. But she ended up having seconds too. Only Emma Lucy remains unmoved.
And last week Isaac was the one to suggest we have Apple Crisp in a Bowl for breakfast.