I simply can not get full on oatmeal. It has never happened, and I don't think it ever will.
Oatmeal has that "stick to you ribs" quality that is suppose to be so appealing.
Well, I suppose it sticks too well to my ribs, because it never makes it to my stomach to tell me that I've been fed.
Mother made steel cut oats the other day. She crock-potted them. I woke up and they were ready for me in all of their toasty warm glory. I dished myself up some of the steel cuts (my preferred oatmeal style) threw on the cut apples, dried cranberries and brown sugar and had a great breakfast. It was delicious.
By the time I got to work, my stomach was growling. GROWLING I say!
Are you kidding me?
What's the deal?
Those steel cuts were suppose to last at least until mid-morning.
But they never do.
They never ever do.