Lately I've been noticing the benefit of eating a hot breakfast first thing in the morning. Upon the reccomendations of my parents, I made a big pot of steel cut oats and had plenty of leftovers every day last week. Now that they're gone, cream of wheat was on the menu this morning. I decided to make a batch for the rest of this week as well.
Eating cream of wheat brings back memories of my childhood, since my mom would often make it for us. I remember that she often forgot to stir it, so we would find some lumpy parts.
Well, I miss the lumpy parts. I make mine on the stove, and it's not only the consistency that has changed. I no longer ice it with brown sugar like I used to, but sweeten it with some cut up dates, adding a little bit of almond milk. It's still delicious, but I find myself reminiscing nonetheless.
Thanks, mom, for giving me a love for all things food. You broadened my culinary horizons, and now I broaden yours...
Here's to many more adventures in the kitchen, and I'm still going to let you make the icing every time!