Wednesday, May 29, 2013
If this is Wednesday, it must be...Wednesday.
It's morning, I'm up, I'm washed, I'm dressed, I'm reasonably groomed, I've taken my meds, I am having a pretty good skim milk latte (having made a pot of espresso earlier) and anticipating some Enhanced Oatmeal. Decided oatmeal-every-morning would obviate weary choice-making. But it definitely needs help/work/thought etc. Pretty sure I want to carry on with the additional sesame seed flax seed wheat germ wheat bran cracked wheat sunflower seeds* possibly unsweetened coconut raisins or even craisins cinnamon cloves and of course salt. The Tabasco was an interesting experiment, but. Thinking now along the lines of crumbs of dried lemon or orange zest. Artificial bacon bits, for now, no.
"The policy here" is to assemble all these good things, plus water, in the teeny-tiny oatmeal saucepan in the evening, and apply heat upon rising. So dried enhancements, like the lemon and orange peel, have leisure to reconstitute themselves overnight. Thinking further on this weighty matter.
*The theme of this cereal is "let's be moving right along here," as you see.
In other news, coming to the end of my third part-time interim post-retirement appointment, and facing forward as confidently as possible. Meantime, granddaughters continue shedding joy in all directions...and Beloved Famblies are all well.
Wrangling together a sermon on the Dedication of the Temple and the Faithful Centurion and the Astonishing Galatians.
Labels:
domesticity,
Family,
Food,
Our Holy Mother the Church
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