Eaten.
I spend a lot more time reading other people's blogs than writing my own. Mostly, I salivate over food blogs. When I am irked and confused by Adam's ability to "shoot guys" for hours on end, I remind myself of my similarly time-consuming habit of going deep down the rabbit hole of deliciously tempting recipes on smitten kitchen, Pioneer Woman, Bake or Break... The list is endless.
Which brings me to the Thing Which Must Be Eaten: oats in a jar. I got this "recipe" from Runner's Kitchen (satisfies two of my loves in life: running and eating). It goes something like this:
I spend a lot more time reading other people's blogs than writing my own. Mostly, I salivate over food blogs. When I am irked and confused by Adam's ability to "shoot guys" for hours on end, I remind myself of my similarly time-consuming habit of going deep down the rabbit hole of deliciously tempting recipes on smitten kitchen, Pioneer Woman, Bake or Break... The list is endless.
Which brings me to the Thing Which Must Be Eaten: oats in a jar. I got this "recipe" from Runner's Kitchen (satisfies two of my loves in life: running and eating). It goes something like this:
- STOP. Don't throw away that nearly empty jar of peanut/almond/other hippie nut butter you think is useless given its resistance to all your knife/spoon/spatula efforts to scoop the remnants of its deliciousness out and onto your bread (or directly into your mouth, if that's yer thing).
- Grab your oats. I measured out a 1/3 cup of oats, dropped them in the jar, and then filled it with about enough water to cover the oats + 1/2 inch (if you want to get more precise, you can follow the cooking directions on your bag o' oats). I also added a small handful of raisins.
- Make it hot. I microwaved mine for about 2 1/2 minutes, checked it, and then gave it another 30 seconds. Again, you can follow cooking directions on the bag if you prefer.
- Dress it up. Once the oats were cooked, I added cinnamon, maple syrup, chocolate chips, soy milk, and topped it off with some chopped banana. Adam went sans chocolate chips, claiming he's "watching his girlish figure."
- DEVOUR.
Watched.
Dexter. All five seasons, if you have that kind of time on your hands (and the privileged lady I am, I do). It somehow manages to be bloody and disturbing yet warm and funny at the same time. The characters are dynamic and real, and I've grown very fond of those who've stayed with the show since the beginning (Dexter, Deb, Rita, Angel, LaGuerta, and even midget porn-loving Masuka). Don't be deterred by the third season's slightly meh story line--it's worth sticking it out through Jimmy Smit's obnoxious mustache to seasons four and five.
Confessed.
Quoting Masuka, the aforementioned potty-mouthed Dexter character, "It's 20[11], who smokes?"
The answer, shockingly and sadly, is me. Yup, the woman who ran for two hours and nearly 13 miles this morning then bought a pack of Davidoff Super Slim Lights. I know, trust me, I know. But I tell myself (and you concerned family and friends) that this is strictly an Abu Dhabi vice, and when I leave this fairly terrible place, I will quit this awfully terrible habit. Promise.
Dexter. All five seasons, if you have that kind of time on your hands (and the privileged lady I am, I do). It somehow manages to be bloody and disturbing yet warm and funny at the same time. The characters are dynamic and real, and I've grown very fond of those who've stayed with the show since the beginning (Dexter, Deb, Rita, Angel, LaGuerta, and even midget porn-loving Masuka). Don't be deterred by the third season's slightly meh story line--it's worth sticking it out through Jimmy Smit's obnoxious mustache to seasons four and five.
Confessed.
Quoting Masuka, the aforementioned potty-mouthed Dexter character, "It's 20[11], who smokes?"
The answer, shockingly and sadly, is me. Yup, the woman who ran for two hours and nearly 13 miles this morning then bought a pack of Davidoff Super Slim Lights. I know, trust me, I know. But I tell myself (and you concerned family and friends) that this is strictly an Abu Dhabi vice, and when I leave this fairly terrible place, I will quit this awfully terrible habit. Promise.
Thanks for sharing all of that, I will try the recipe but not watch Dexter cause I don't do violence even if it's warm and funny and for sure hold you to that promise and maybe frown at you while I'm in Abu Dhabi...
ReplyDeleteSo long as you get your gorgeous self here, you can scowl/frown/yell at me all you want!
ReplyDeleteI won't yell. But just know that I will hold you to this when you come home.
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