Every few weeks, my friend I like to call "gypsy" stops by. She lives in a neighboring town and rents a room from some folks, but her church is here. So, she makes the round of 4 or 5 friend's places every weekend. Every morning, she eats instant oats. Bless her, although I love those oats too... she murders them in the dish and I can't watch her eat that stiff paste! When I cook them, it's on the stove. When she does, she pours them into a dish, puts some water in and puts it in the micro.

Maybe if I do this the next time she's over, we both could have a good breakfast together.