Most mornings I eat my own concoction of plain Greek yogurt, grapenuts, dried fruit of some kind, raspberry fruit spread and always crumbled dried banana chips. The proportions are simple: one spoon of each thing added to 1/2 tub of yogurt. And always exactly 7 banana chips crumbled. I count them.
I have a variation to this breakfast recipe when I use 2 chopped dried dates. I substitute the raspberry fruit spread with a spoon of honey.
But today, there is a chill in the house and outside is white with a heavy frost. It is a day if I sit and do nothing, I feel the cold to my bones. That always brings forward the memory of my Mother cooking a huge pot of oatmeal for us on cold days.
Well, it is not the sitting and doing nothing that shuffles that particular memory to the front. It is the cold and remembering how her nourishment warmed us from inside out.
And then there is the bacon. We always crumbled the bacon in the oatmeal with too much sugar and lots of butter.
And that is what I had this morning.
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