You’re lucky I’m not a superstitious person. Otherwise, instead of a post about oatmeal, you’d be getting a post about my fears of switching bodies with my mother when we go on a Chipotle date this evening. Even more horrifying than that is how Lindsay Lohan turned out. Can I get an Amen?
But no — luckily for you, today is about oatmeal. Today is also about my obsession with phases. I’ve gone through a lot of phases in my day. There was this one time in fifth grade when I wore the exact same sweater at least twice a week for every week. It was a horizontally striped sweater (think many colors) from Limited Too. I was also in charge of my own laundry by the time I was ten. It probably wasn’t a very pretty sight… or… smell. Just sayin’.
Then there was this other time when I was obsessed with the “poof”. You know the one I’m talking about. The one with the hair. A little less Snookie, if you will, but a poof nonetheless. In fact, my hair was so accustomed to the poof that I don’t think I parted my hair for a good year. My hair naturally went into the poof. I was a stylin’ girl.
And then there’s the food phases. You know the ones I’m talking about. When you absolutely without a doubt cannot imagine going one day without a certain food. In the fall it was pumpkin. You may remember my mentioning my family getting concerned because I was turning orange. No, I’m not joking. Right now, it’s sweet potatoes and the raisins/almonds combination for an afterschool snack.
I think I go through more phases with my oats however. There was a time (about a month ago) where I could not even fathom eating cold oats ever again. This coming from a girl who existed solely off of overnight oats last summer is quite a statement. Then, it became 90 degrees overnight. In case you are wondering, YES Chicago’s weather is totally bipolar. NO, we do not have four seasons. We have… winter and summer. Forget spring and fall — they are over rated apparently.
So cold oats it was. But they’re not any kind of cold oats. They are Katie’s voluminous oats trick. In the morning I just add a little more water and stir, stir, stir, and then I add toppings to my heart’s desire. Which right now is vanilla protein powder, blueberries, and cinnamon (and peanut butter — duh).
Blueberry Protein Oats
- 1 serving Katie’s voluminous oats (with whipped banana and chia seeds)
- 1 tbsp. vanilla protein powder stirred into the oats
- 1/2 cup blueberries stirred in the morning
- 1 tbsp. peanut butter
Apparently I’m also going through a “I think I can afford to go through a container of blueberries every day” phase. Which is getting expensive — is it berry season quite yet?
Since I’m not quite out of this phase yet, I’m going to bundle up tomorrow morning when I eat my breakfast as the forecast is saying it will only be 50 degrees tomorrow.
Chicago, are you for real?
I think I want to have a Friday the 13th experience with anyone who lives in a warm climate year round. Any takers?
Question: What is your most memorable food phase? Do you believe in Friday the 13th?