by Mistress Guendolen » Sat Feb 09, 2008 2:32 pm
Count yourself lucky. Mom used to give us disgusting instant Quaker Oats, and they were these horrible things that somehow managed to be sticky and gloppy and wet all at once, and she would make us double portions because "one just wasn't enough." The idea behind this whole thing being that it was cold out and, according to her, we needed something that would "stick to our ribs." I guess she meant it was supposed to be warm and hearty, but I always had a mental image of ribs with globs of oatmeal adhered to them.... Eventually we would try to find ways to discreetly dispose of the stuff- other than actually eating it, of course. To this day, I don't think she knows how much we disliked it....
Adding to the magical kitten girl army...one huggle at a time mraa