Day 104: Who Knows What I Ate

As the company-weekend continues, I struggle to keep all the things that crossed my hands and into my mouth in my head so I can write them down. It's not easy.

Breakfast
1 Cup-ish McCan's Oatmeal (Steel Cut)
1 Cup-ish blueberries/raspberries
1 pak Splenda
Coffee

Snack
1 Cheese Stick
1 Granny Smith Apple
1 6 oz Apple Cobbler Yoplait Lite (don't ask)
Handfuls of Roasted, Salted Peanuts (probably up to a 1/2 cup or more)

Lunch
Greek Salad
Grilled Chicken


Dinner (if you can call it that)
Chicken with Onions and Peppers
1 Slice cappicola
2 Slices Drunken Goat Cheese
3 Peppadew Peppers
1 Big Strawberry


So I got a new oatmeal—the kind that comes in the white, metal can and costs six dollars. I remember a long time ago my mother-in-law gave me a can and suggested I eat it for breakfast. I'm not sure, but I think I relegated it to a back cupboard, moved it a few times, and finally tossed it. When I looked at the can this morning, I remembered why: 1 serving takes over 30 minutes to prepare. You are to boil water; add oatmeal; stir until it gains thickness; THEN simmer for 30 minutes. The last line of the ingredients: "Do Not Overcook." I thought, okay, I've been slumming it with the Quaker Oats and I didn't even know it. Now I'm in for the real oatmeal experience. No, that's not it. It's just that oatmeal without milk, butter, sugar or something that's just like one of those things (excepting I Can't Believe It's Not Butter) isn't all that yummy. And it still didn't 'keep me going till lunch.' But maybe that's me, and not the oatmeal. Maybe I'm not eating ENOUGH oatmeal. You make about 1 cup then it seems like it doubles in volume. I'll keep working with it, and see what comes of it.