Sometimes, I think, I have things too well ordered, so that when the inevitable happens, like the children growing up and starting off in their own separate directions, it throws a monkey wrench in the whole plan. For instance, one daughter usually makes breakfast while my barn buddy and I milk the cows in the morning. This works really well for us, except that, this semester, her one class at the college is three days a week, quite early in the morning, so she needs to be fed and gotten out the door, and I need the gift of bilocation in order to tend the livestock and the family at the same time. Another fatal flaw in my plan: I have several children old enough to be helpful who have not been trained up in either kitchen management or dairy cow handling.
We’re working on that second problem, but in the meantime, we still need breakfast.
One of my crazier people suggested we could just eat cereal. “You want cereal three days a week?!” I said. “Do you know how hungry you are going to be? Do you remember that cereal barely keeps you an hour before you start complaining that you’re hungry again?” He nodded sheepishly, because even though lots of the people like cereal, it really isn’t nourishing at all, and I do have other things to do besides fix snacks for hungry, cranky people all morning.
But last night, I was mixing together an overnight baked oatmeal recipe found on the web, and Cereal Guy wandered by. “Is that one of those delicious overnight baked casserole thingies you’ve been making for breakfast? Those always turn out so good.”
They’re more filling and nourishing than cereal, and I feel rather accomplished popping breakfast in the oven before 5:30.
Now the only trick is remembering to mix it up the night before. I do not have a plan in place for that.
Just a couple of random pictures from yesterday. Almost didn’t pick up my camera, but then, I thought, Hey, I have time to photograph Evie while she’s in the tub! So there we go. I’m getting better at not forgetting my 365. 🙂