I think I've already confessed my love for breakfast and all breakfast foods. For someone who loves breakfast so much, is it sad that what I actually make every morning only interchanges between two things? Not that making scrambled eggs is a hassle, or that I lack ingredients to dish up something elaborate; I simply find pleasure in a bowl of hot oatmeal adorned with fruit and multiple dollops of almond butter. To say that I can eat oatmeal for all three meals is not an exaggeration.
There are consecutive mornings where our amber-colored cooking pot can be found bubbling and sputtering out its oatmeal-y contents onto the stove top; but as easy and relaxing as it is just standing in one place, stirring the creamy yet grainy mixture, truthfully, oatmeal can get kind of boring.
So today I went with the only other option: pancakes. I don't purposely limit myself to only oatmeal or pancakes every morning, but for some reason only these are the only two breakfast foods that can satisfy my stomach's calling (that is, until I invest in a waffle iron).
