Oatmeal is a dish best served…

 

Quite some time ago, lyricist / vocalist / guitarist John Prine sang of a breakfast table confrontation. I now yield the virtual microphone to let him deliver the blow by blow details…

When I woke up this morning, things were lookin’ bad
Seem like total silence was the only friend I had
Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down… and won
And it was twelve o’clock before I realized
That I was havin’ no fun

Considering that early Seventies era… some psychoactive drugs may’ve also been IN THE MIX… however… let’s not digress…

It’d be fair to say that… just as is true with many of you… ol’ J.P. shares a dislike for oatmeal.

My response…

You guys don’t know what you’re missing. I consume a bowlful… sometimes two… daily. And I don’t spice it up, either. NOPE… no brown sugar and cinnamon… not even salt. The only needed additive is the virtue known as patience.

You see… had Prine’s stare-down match lasted… oh… say… five minutes… he could’ve easily conquered / totally enjoyed consuming his enemy… and benefited nutritionally, too.

“The Big Secret”…

Oatmeal’s flavor is not fully discernible
while you are consuming it piping hot.

In other words…

Oatmeal is a dish best served… pleasantly warm.