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Wednesday, January 30, 2008 - Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo NM

Breakfast at Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo, New Mexico, January 29, 2008
Breakfast at Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo, New Mexico, January 29, 2008

John's pretty good oatmeal

Ughh!!.... oatmeal!
Ma,
can I have Cheerios?.

My aversion to oatmeal has stuck to me as tenaciously as mother's oatmeal stuck to my ribs back in the day. I'll bet you remember the stuff - a glutenous glob sitting in a puddle of milk with some brown sugar tossed on it. Ughh!!

It's taken me over 50 years of eating some pretty bad breakfasts to finally get up the gumption to overthrow mothers presence in the kitchen and make oatmeal my way. Oatmeal is a good thing - it deserves a place on the table now and then. Especially so now that I'm back on my healthy eating kick after falling off the wagon for a while.

John's pretty good oatmeal

John's pretty good oatmeal isn't your mother's oatmeal. This is post-mother's oatmeal. Oatmeal for the new millennium. Oatmeal with some kick. A lighter, punched up oatmeal.

Cook together

Put the pot on the stove and bring it to a boil, shut the heat off and cover the pot for a few minutes to let it steep.

Decant the resulting thick oatmeal soup into your favorite cereal bowl.

Top it with


John's pretty good oatmeal

There you have it - John's pretty good oatmeal

I haven't gone very far here today but you get the idea - lighten it up and punch it up. Excuse me, my oatmeal is getting cold.

Night camp

Site 8 - Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo NM

Beware of Hypnotic Media

To live sanely in Los Angeles (or, I suppose, in any other large American city) you have to cultivate the art of staying awake. You must learn to resist (firmly but not tensely) the unceasing hypnotic suggestions of the radio, the billboards, the movies and the newspapers; those demon voices which are forever whispering in your ear what you should desire, what you should fear, what you should wear and eat and drink and enjoy, what you should think and do and be. They have planned a life for you — from the cradle to the grave and beyond — which it would be easy, fatally easy!, to accept. The least wandering of the attention, the least relaxation of your awareness, and already the eyelids begin to droop, the eyes grow vacant, the body starts to move in obedience to the hypnotist’s command. Wake up, wake up — before you sign that seven-year contract, buy that house you don’t really want, marry that girl you secretly despise. Don’t reach for the whiskey, that won’t help you. You’ve got to think, to discriminate, to exercise your own free will and judgment. And you must do this, I repeat, without tension, quite rationally and calmly. For if you give way to fury against the hypnotists, if you smash the radio and tear the newspapers to shreds, you will only rush to the other extreme and fossilize into defiant eccentricity.

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