Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys.
The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row.
Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.