Another example of me waking up screaming from my own awesomity is I've already lost control of this paragraph. Bother.
Back in retail, with the 30-minute meal-break (as if!), I've not been finishing the conventional PB&J brown-bag - then leaving work ready to eat my own hand! Great start to a stoopit end-of-day, right? The alternative has been, like, scary genius, which is the most-bestest kind.
GLASS JAR with METAL LID (plastic is tired)
palmful of RAW OAT FLAKES
wad of NUT BUTTER
spoon of COCOA (non-dutched)
spoon of CREAMED COCONUT
as much BANANA which can be accommodated
top-off of WHOLE MILK
That's the full cast: the oats need to be soaked in the milk overnight, but besides that I think the rest can safely be abandoned to whim: blackberries, cherries, raisins, apple butter, Christmas candy.... Experiments with proportions results in variations of color and consistency that attracts the attention of coworkers - but no-one dares to get close to it. I've given the day's components several times and there still haven't been any volunteers to run off with it. (Yes, I have to work with fridge-raiders.)
And in ten minutes, I've downed the entire jar and am satisfied. Wow, it really is the little things.
Pro quibus omnibus laudes referre non sufficio.
1 comments:
Thouroughly grateful yesterday for the shredded-coconut-and-prune thing. Graham crackers instead of oats suggests pie if put in directly before consumption. *Pray for the large quantity of people who don't have food to eat, much less play with.* If we stop being stupid, there will be food for everybody!
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