Since then, I have been craving oatmeal.
Quick brush up on Loralee and her weird food habits:
I tend to crush pretty hard on certain foods…They’re all I want to eat. Sometimes, they’re all I think about, fantasize about (Not in a sexual way. Well…USUALLY not in a sexual way), and buy.
After an indeterminate amount of time the intensity of my craving mellows to something more akin to someone normal and their appetite. I never know how long the lust for a food will be. Some have been rather short (Salt and Vinegar chips probably would have been longer except the inside of my mouth got ripped up and full of cankers. Think skanky whore in the middle of a herpes outbreak and you have the idea). Some last quite some time (Recees Peanut Butter Cups and BBQ Potato Chips). Some are still going. Diet Coke, anyone?
I have had my love affair with Oatmeal before, but it’s been awhile since I’ve purchaced any oatmeal. On a side note: Oatmeal needs to be REAL, OLD FASHIONED OATS. Not the flaked, instant or quick stuff. ICKY. It always reminds me of the slimy residue on a soapdish. Eewee!
At the grocery store, the most jovial Quaker in the world (With a rather unfortunate case of Roacia) caught my eye.
I put him in my cart, brought him home and tucked him in my pantry. I’ve left a bowl of water, some of Wilbur’s cat food, and an old book of Saduko in case he gets bored.
He’s been there a couple of days. Imagine my delight this morning when Christophee taped me awake and I saw the Quaker Oats Guy grinning at me. He looked to be in good spirits and only had a few cat food crumbs on his crisp, white cravat.
“Momma? I want a bowl of homemade-good breakfast this morning. Can we have oatmeal?”
It was M’M-M’M Good.
Hmm…I think we’ll have Campbell’s soup for lunch…