Ode to Oatmeal: a Haiku
You nourish, delight.
But sometimes, I get so sick
of you, I might puke.
I spend my falls/winters eating oatmeal every morning. It’s easy, warming and satiating. But I forget sometimes how cumbersome it can become. At times I find it repulsive and can’t swallow another bite. I guess that’s a classic symptom of Oatmeal Overdose Syndrome.
In any case, today’s oatmeal featured pecans, cherry jam and a splash of plain yogurt. Delightful.
I guess I’m not quite sick of it yet. (Considering it’s barely fall and I have a long cold season ahead of me, I’m very thankful for that.)
