My stove was out of commission for a few days, and so each morning I hied myself to the Mickey D’s to get some oatmeal.
Oh. My. God. It was really, really good, and plus, I felt virtuous. Until I read what was in it. I don’t know what “undefined cream” is, but it can’t be good. But if you’re on the road, and you want breakfast, at least you can get your morning fiber.
I’m not going to spend my life obsessing over every last thing I eat. Once in a while, things like this won’t kill me.
Mmmm, oatmeal in the morning . . . with a dollop of peanut butter. Breakfast of Champions.