Saturday, October 06, 2012

Why is it so dross?

I was on Pinterest.com today...'cause it awesome!

And I saw this...
11 ways to make oatmeal
Oatmeal.
Just thinking about it makes me gag a little.

When I was little my mother, in her efforts to both be frugal (There 6 of us at the time, 7 by the end) and feed us nutritional food tried to get us to eat oatmeal for breakfast.

She tried everything.

Peanut Butter on top...

Ice cream on top...

My siblings all ate it without too much fussing but not me.  The texture is just revolting.  Cleaning nasty cold slimy lumps of oatmeal out the sink...ugh!  I can still remember what it feels like even though I haven't had to do that in at least 10 years.

One particular morning sticks in my mind from when I was about 4 years old.  I had eaten the ice cream off the top of my oatmeal ('cause you can't waste perfectly good ice cream!) and had refused to eat the rest.

By now the bowl was full of congealed cold oatmeal.

Mom wouldn't let me leave the table until I ate it.  In my memory I sat there until Dad came home from work but 8+ hours seems a bit unlikely.

I DID sit there for hours though.  I'm known for my stubbornness.

Dad eventually came in and offered to eat a bite for every bite I ate but I refused.

So he ate it all and told me to not tell.

In his defense I was an adorable child.

1 comment:

Daniel Perkins said...

Yes you were and still are adorable. Just remember your mother reads this too and she never forgets. It is okay though as when I get into enough trouble in obvious situations she does not feel the need to look for other things to tease me about. :)