...And Man Discovered Fire

I love oatmeal. I love oatmeal so much that I brought a suitcase full of oatmeal back from New York. But isn't Musli basically oatmeal? That's what I thought. But something about it isn't quite the same. So I loaded up on Quaker and flew some fiber 4,000 miles.


I have yet to describe the kitchen situation in my apartment. As you have seen in the photos, it is huge. Larger than the bedroom, larger than 253 Elizabeth, and rivaled only by my awkwardly large bathroom. I've mentioned the toaster, which was really exciting since I haven't had one of those in a while. I don't have a microwave, which I don't need but I do have an electric teapot (like the one in the office but I put brita water in it so there are no chunkies). The one thing I'm not so comfortable with is the stove/oven. It must be manually lit. I guess this is safer than a normal gas stove because the fire isn't always running and I guess it uses less gas because of the same reason. But I'm not crazy about it and I picture my eyebrows getting burned off. Although my eyebrows are not my favorite, they are all I have. There is nothing resembling a thermometer inside of the oven so lets say I do manage to light it, it's anybody's guess what the temp is, in C or F.


So back to the oatmeal. I was so excited Saturday morning, finally the weekend and time to make myself a big bowl of oats. I like to put berries in my oatmeal and I keep in stock the frozen variety (also great in yogurt!). But it's frozen, and it will make my oatmeal cold. No problem. I fashioned a double boiler using hot water from my electric teapot and two bowls. Then guess what? The oats I bought weren't instant and the quaker man laughed in my face. I need my oatmeal! 


Time to get over the fear. It's like living alone and finding a huge bug, you gotta just kill it because if you let the bug live it's going to crawl on your face when you are sleeping or worse, when you are awake. 


I lit the stove and made the oatmeal and it wasn't a big deal at all. Yum. Next up, spaghetti.