Recipe: Life Changing Oatmeal

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This recipe is the village bicycle whore.  It gets around & everyone’s had a turn.  But it’s just so darn tasty.

The first person to introduce it to me was Jenny, who perfected it for breastfeeding perks & then was adopted by Kathleen, who changed it up a bit for convenience.  It is such a plain yet delicious statement for the cold winter mornings & can be a fantastic way to secretly squeeze in fruits & veggies if you have an insanely picky toddler or husband (or both, like me).

Ingredients
1/2 cup old-fashioned oats
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup water
1/2 banana, mashed
pinch of kosher salt
1 tsp. vanilla extract

Directions
Combine oats, mashed banana, salt, milk & water in a saucepan.
Heat on medium until bubbly, stir until it reaches desired consistency.
Stir in vanilla.

Stir in pumpkin puree, berries, raisins, nuts…whatever you wish!  (I add 1/2 can of pumpkin puree to mine when I stir in the vanilla extract.)

This refrigerates beautifully, so separate the oatmeal into serving size dishes, store in the fridge, & pull out throughout the week for a hot homemade breakfast!

add a perk:  chocolate chips!  I’m a big fan of white chocolate chips when I add pumpkin, or sometimes mixing both white & semi-sweet chips.  yum!

p.s. did I mention this makes a ton & is super-economical?

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When life feeds fear & the spillover runs bone dry.

I’m really busy these days.

It hits me when I lay down at night & my hips ache so badly & I wonder why I’m so tired.  I’m busy.

& I feel like I’m losing out on life.

Dramatic much?  But I spend 9 hours a day behind a computer, trying to make sense of my project manager & the boss man’s travel schedule.  I spend 2-3 hours per day in my car, trapped in bumper-to-bumper traffic.  I get home & throw on dinner, try to soak up time with Harrison, but the moment he is in pajamas I am back the the grind of taking out trash, picking up toys, & making the house presentable just in case they schedule a showing.  Just in case.

My one outlet, writing & sharing my thoughts & capturing them on film (albeit roughly), feels bone dry & I can’t help but fear if my lack of inspiration comes from lack of living.  My friend Nish often describes her blog as the spill-over of life & I’ve always felt the same – my blog holds all of the emotions & thought processes that I cannot keep to myself.  But these days, I feel like I’m on autopilot.

We race out the door every morning; my hair is flying & 75% of the time I have forgotten makeup, so I have yet to capture my attempt at growing my style.

The sun is down when I get home, so every night is a game of chase through the living room or vrooming cars around my ankles while I cook.

We did not take a winter long weekend to the mountains this year due to finances.

I see my friends grow & inspire & be viral & I shake my head at the emptiness of my own journal notes.  I’m being left behind.

I have no idea what’s happening with Zooey Dash-a-whatever or the other Kar-dash-a-whatever’s because I don’t have cable.  I have now been demoted to Former Pop Culture Princess.

I order clothes & Christmas presents & hell, even groceries online.

Some mothers ache for more interaction & more rigid schedule, but I long for days of a lazier pace & more sunshine with my tiny guy.

I just don’t know how to find it quite yet.

Stealing is for losers. Copyright 2008-2012 Beth Anne Ballance