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| Lake Atitlan, Guatemala. Oatmeal and honey. April 2016. Credit: Mzuriana. |
I've consumed the candles.
The other day, I consumed the last of the eye-rollingly good toasted sesame oil. Oi! Yes, that's the one.
As I wrote this, I'd just finished off my family-size cylinder of oatmeal.
Mmmm, oatmeal. Hearty, warm, cozy. Easy.
As a child, brown sugar was the oatmeal sweetener of choice in our family. I especially liked when I could capture the small clumps of brown sugar for their added burst of sweet granularity. For me, not to be diluted with milk.
Some other oatmeal memories
2011: Ethiopia: The Mullet Phase
2011: Ethiopia: Meltdown in Lalibela, Part 1 (Foreshadowing: "This is the room you give to someone who no longer has the will to live!" Not my finest hour, oh my. But the oatmeal was fine.)
2013: Rootless Relocation: Consuming the Remains (oatmeal struck off the list)
2016: Lake Atitlan, Guatemala: The Oatmeal 'n Honey Moment
Note: About Ethiopia currently: So much pain, death, fear, uncertainty. It doesn't hit most of our news feeds. I can't include my 2011 posts above, which told of a much different lived experience for me, without acknowledging what is happening in Ethiopia now. As an Ethiopian told me even then: "You can leave Ethiopia any time you want. We cannot."
