On the final Tuesday of October, the simple supper aligned with National Oatmeal Day, so a steaming bowl of that lifelong favorite was the sustenance. It's not impressive or sexy, and there are plenty of meals that I enjoy posting about that seem more worth any reader's time...but the policy here is to document it all. The photo here brings to mind a snatch of childhood memory, of my sister Janice (14 years older than me) reaching across the breakfast bar and slapping me on the face for putting too much sugar on my oatmeal. I'm grown now. I'll sugar my oatmeal as I damn well please.
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