Enter ‘Fondant’ alarm ring on my cell phone.
As the annoying notes of ‘Fondant’ rang in my ear, I groggily pressed off and oh so reluctantly slithered out of bed. With my stomach lurching and growling every 10 seconds, I knew breakfast was NOT going to wait. So, inspired by the bowls of this gal, I set out to make the ultimate PB+J oatmeal for this fine Friday morning.
Bathed in skim milk + water, my oats cooked creamily on the stove top. Once I had reached the right smooshed consistency with my banana, I grabbed my PB+J Jammy Sammy, jar of AB and Smucker’s HCFS-laden Red Raspberry Preserves and got ready to concoct. Enter evil witch cackle here.
Grabbing from the spice rack, I began sprinkling the cinnamon on the oats to find that well…it was not coming out right. Hmmm…my cinnamon NEVER has a problem with dousing. So I shook it more vigorously, determined to show it who was boss, when my eyes caught the label…
Idiot, I believe was the first word that popped in my head.
So…I present to you, PB+J+C oatmeal…
1/3 cup oats
1/3 cup water
1/3 cup milk
3/4 large banana
crumbled PB+J Jammy Sammy
spoonful of AB
spoonful of preserves
Okay, luckily my cumin WAS clogged and not a lot came out. I was able to scrape most of it off before dousing it in lots of cinnamon to mask the cuminness. Out of the whole bowl, I think I only had one funky-tasting bite.
Can you spot the cumin?
Moral of this story: Read your labels (and not just the nutrition ones).
Alrighty kiddos, that’s it for today. It’s time for this aspiring marathoner to get to bed if she even wants a chance at completing 20 miles tomorrow.
I’m not afraid to ask for it: please wish me luck!