six good things

The people in my small group have strong opinions about breakfast. On a couple different occasions, we’ve had loud discussions over what ought to be consumed at breakfast, leading to threats of “just oatmeal” for supper at our next gathering, reminiscing about Cream of Wheat, and impromptu cereal-tasting sessions.

At one of these events I tasted someone’s breakfast of choice: raw oats. Which sounded terrible, but one taste and I was whisked back to when I was in highschool and my dad and I often ate raw oats and milk for breakfast. It was good after all!

Since then, I’ve been eating raw oats for breakfast a few times a week.

Usually, I dry toast them in a cast-iron skillet for added flavor, and then I pile all the other goodnesses into my bowl: chia seeds, coconut flakes, pumpkin seeds (Costco’s big bag is the best!), pecans, and raisins. Sometimes half a banana. And milk!

It takes awhile to chew through (which is nice, considering how much I enjoy the act of eating), it doesn’t make me feel yucky full, and I love starting my day tanked up on all the good things. 

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My husband and I recently burned through season 11 of Alone. (Netflix currently only streams two seasons.) 

Some people find the show too slow, but I think it’s anything but. No food! Freezing temps! Everything on the line! It’s inspiring to watch hardworking, earthy, creative people prove their mettle. Plus, seeing some poor soul claw through the dirt for a small handful of miniscule roots to tide them over for a day full of hard, physical labor while I munch popcorn on the sofa has a way of putting my life in perspective.

(It’s always a little head-scratching, though, how contestants start the season so pumped about the money prize,* and then by the end, they’re all like, “Who needs money? People are where it’s at.” To which I say, I could’ve told you that and spared you 57 days of slow starvation…)

*I have a hunch the producers require them to say stuff like that to hype things up.

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Last year, we invested in washable party dishes — bowls, cups, dessert plates, and dinner plates. They live in a big tub in an upstairs closet, so whenever it’s our turn to host Foodie Group, or a birthday party or family reunion, they’re ready to go. The dishes (we got four sets) are lightweight and compact, they don’t break, and they’re much more pleasant to eat from than paper plates. 

Of course, the downside is that you gotta wash them, which isn’t a big deal — except for one problem: if you don’t wash and then immediately rinse them in the hottest of hot waters, they have a lingering greasy feel.

I’d resigned myself to this drawback, but then when we were cleaning up after Eucefe’s party, on a whim I suggested to my husband that he try dumping some white vinegar in the rinse water. And it worked! One dunk in the vinegar rinse and there is zero greasy residue. 

So if you struggle with freshly-washed-yet-greasy plastics, try vinegar.

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Today’s sermon, courtesy of Shakespeare: The Stranger’s Case.

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Regarding our country’s current love affair with book banning, Jenny Lawson recently wrote the following paragraph illustrating the insanity.

Sometimes it feels like we’re living in A Brave New World (restricted) and that the book burning of Fahrenheit 451 (also restricted) is closer than ever, with no Sense and Sensibility (also restricted) about what this will cost. It feels like we’re going through The Crucible (also restricted) and are caught in a Catch-22 (also restricted) where we can’t convince people how terrible it is to ban books because they either don’t know the power of books or they absolutely know it and fear it. It’s An Absolutely Remarkable Thing (banned) how book banners go out on some kind of A Discovery of Witches (also banned) and fight against Acceptance (banned) and of diversity, while we are losing All The Beauty in the World (banned). America is a Beautiful Country (banned) in so many ways, but we will lose so much of that beauty if we don’t make Changes (banned) to cherish and embrace and grow what makes us Educated (banned) and compassionate. The diversity of voices is necessary…it is a reflection of who we are and who we want to be. A plethora of ideas and voices and experiences…This Is What America Looks Like (banned). We can’t just pretend that Everything’s Fine (banned) and that this is just an overreaction of Anxious People (banned). Do you think this is what the founding fathers like Alexander Hamilton (banned) envisioned? I’m going to stop here because I’m sure you can see that this dumb paragraph is WAY TOO EASY TO WRITE because there are so many books they have issues with and you probably get the picture already but y’all….Jane Eyre? The Color Purple? The Odyssey? Crime and Punishment?? THIS IS WHAT WE’RE SAVING TEENAGERS FROM?

So if you’re looking for some good reading material for the summer, there you go.

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This week, I was introduced to Tim Tams and now I’m mildly miffed that I never knew about them before.

There was a box of them in the snack photo I posted on Monday. I thought they were some generic box of cookies, but then someone commented that they now had a Tim Tam craving, which made me wonder if I was underestimating their value? So I ate one and then immediately “toaded” them up, sticking them in a ziplock and stuffing them in an upper cupboard so I wouldn’t eat them all in one go. 

The straw method is next.

This same time, years previous: the quotidian (6.10.24), pepper jack cheese, the coronavirus diaries: week 66, ba-BAM, pulling the pin, a photo book, mud cake, the smartest thing I did, the quotidian (6.11.12), in the middle.

2 Comments

  • Becky R.

    This post is precious in so many ways, Jennifer! My husband and I watched the documentary made years ago about an older man who actually went to Alaska to live with nothing, built a cabin, and fed and clothed himself voluntarily with nothing offered other than his desire to be alone. It was stunning. So, I am not interested in seeing the reality show version much. The book banning, don’t get me started. They want everyone’s minds to be as small as theirs is the only explanation I can come up with. And Ian McKellen’s soliloquy, well I have no words, but I do have tears. I was the Tim Tam commenter. There are many versions of them, and I love them all. I have resisted buying any for at least a couple of years since I now live alone, and well, I would eat ALL of them. There is no secure hiding place in my existence to place them that is safe from me, so I just don’t buy them anymore. Thanks for a post that hit all my buttons is a very good way.

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