When I started this blog, I vowed not to put too much pressure on myself to post. At the same time, the perfectionist in me wanted to post every day. Yesterday, filled with the knowledge that I hadn’t posted in a couple days, I posted about cereal because, quite frankly, having a bowl of cereal was one of the most anticipated parts of my day (that and the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion show).
I published the post with trepidation. Is this all I have to say? And then I asked for blog post ideas, joking to my Facebook friends that I should do an ode to oatmeal.
But let’s be honest, sometimes the most exciting moment of our day is cereal. And what’s so bad about that? Cereal is awesome. So with that, here’s a little poem I wrote. Have a great cereal-filled weekend everyone!
Ode to Oatmeal
At first I thought you were rather bland and boring.
Now I sprinkle you with sugar and cinnamon,
You make me feel full but keep me (sort of) thin.
You come in steel cut, minute and old-fashioned.
Poor Oliver Twist had his porridge rationed.
Some like theirs topped with fruit or honey.
I think butter on top is just plain funny.
I’ve heard you called a Superfood.
You warm my day and brighten my mood.
You’re good for the heart and good for the tummy,
I’d even go so far as to call you yummy.
So thanks, Oatmeal, for all you do.
This is my whole-grain ode to you.