Break the Fast

It is time, dear peoples of the world, to break the monotony of breakfast.

For ever and always, we've been told that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.  I know, personally, I love breakfast.  Sometimes, and I'm talking rarely here, I'll opt for just a Hot Coffolate, but usually I try and eat some real food.

Breakfast is a wonderful time to eat healthily, for one of two reasons:  (1) People claim that eating a healthy breakfast sets you up for an entire day of healthy eating.  (2) It gets the "healthy" out of the way and allows you to treat yourself for the remaining 4 meals (you know, lunch, snack, dinner, evening treat) since you did so well on the first one.  I hold with the #2 people, here, but that's just me.  And that's only when I eat healthily.  Often, I start out the day treating myself for being awesome, and, well, it just goes from there.

This is the picture from Melskitchencafe.com.
This is the recipe I used (more or less).
I did not add nectarines.
Maybe I should.

This week, H & I are eating baked oatmeal for breakfast.  Every. Single. Day.  Why, you ask?  Do we just love baked oatmeal?  Why no, no we do not just love baked oatmeal.  Handsome is less of a fan than I thought when I chose to make it, and I am only a fringe member of the oatmeal camp.  However, Little Miss Mathy over here (that'd be me) didn't really consider the implications of making a breakfast dish that serves 12.    Don't get me wrong, its very delicious.  But... I mean, twelve servings...

Did you catch that?  Breakfast, 12 servings, two people eating it... yes, that's right.  6 days of baked oatmeal for breakfast.  Six days, likely in a row, since we don't want it to go bad.  Now, I know there are some people who eat the same thing every day, and like it.  My mother has been packing my step-father the exact same sandwich for nigh on 11 (12?) years now.  Every. Single. Day.  And Kenny, well, he wouldn't have it any other way.  I can just imagine, he opens up his lunch box, and, WHAT'S THIS!?!?  Ham and Turkey on wheat???  What happened to my Salami??  The world is ending!! [Note: This is merely a dramatization and does not reflect the actual words that Kenny would say.  Its called artistic license.]

So, while I wile away in the blah blah land of baked oatmeal Every. Single. Day., I'm doing some dreaming of what it would be like to eat other things.  Here.  Share the dream with me.

Apple. Pie. Breakfast. Cakes.
Why would I ever eat anything else?
From HowSweetItIs
How sweet?  So sweet!

Welsh Breakfast Cakes from Mel's Kitchen Cafe.
I made these last week, before the onslaught of the Baked Oatmeal.
(I was going to abbreviate it B.O., but then realized, then giggled, then decided not to.)
(Then I shared it anyhow.)
p.s.- mine looked nothing like hers, but they were delicious!

Also making an appearance from HowSweetItIs,
Cake Batter Pancakes.
Because ... I mean, do these even need a reason?

Bacon Onion Cheddar Biscuits from PW
Everything I love in life, and more.
This whole "dreaming" thing isn't really helping my B.O. (he he) problem.
To self: I will not make these tonight, I will not make these tonight, I will not...

Again from PW, Caramel Apple Sticky Buns.
Yes please.

I mean, I could go on.  Really.  You don't believe me?  Here:

From Top Left, Counter-Clockwise (because I can):
French Toast, Cranberry Buttermilk Scones, Sour Cream Coffee Cake,
Sausage & Cheese Frittata, French Toast (again), Stuffed French Toast w/ Brie,
Chicken Florentine Puffs w/ Red Pepper Sauce, French Toast Casserole, Carrot Cake Waffles

And now I'm starving.  There's a part of me, in spite of the starving children, that wants to throw out our perfectly good and quite yummy B.O., so that I can make some of these things.  Luckily for all parties involved, I live with a very reasonable and responsible man (much to the surprise of those who knew him young) and he does't allow that sort of thing.

True Story: I have a baking addiction (duh) and Handsome has an eating ... well, its not a problem, he just eats things.  Especially yummy things.  So, less than one year into our marriage, I had made a cake, but he wasn't allowed to eat it all.  Just parts of it, slowly, as a normal person tries to do.  So when I came home to find that 1/2 of the 9x13 pan was gone, I took matters into my own hands, and poured Worcestershire sauce on the remaining cake.  You know, because I was a sweet wife like that.  Pretty near perfect, actually... syke!  Well, H. brought out the cake, and explained that, while he understood I was trying to help him, we do not waste food in our house.  Period.  Bazinga.  Oh, so foolish was I... 

All of that to say, the remainder of the Baked Oatmeal (all 8 squares of it) will get eaten.  Likely before any new breakfast stuffs are made.  So for now, I will gaze longingly at these lovely pictures of food, but try and be grateful for the quite yummy and delicious Baked Oatmeal I've got at home.

NOTE: As a final disclaimer, the Baked Oatmeal is good.  Really.  Its just the whole 6-days-every-day-all-in-a-row part that is getting to me.  But if you like oatmeal, or even if you're scared of it like I was, go ahead and try it!  Just halve the recipe, or have more than 2 people who plan to eat it.  Just sayin'.

Trying to enjoy B.O.,

TFW