No, not me. Although I would be a small messy spill. IT happened when I was measuring oatmeal into a pan to cook. How many flakes do you suppose are in one third cup of raw oatmeal? I headed for the pan and carefully, I thought. I am not seeing so good that early. I lightly touched the pan and away they flew. Now at 6:30 in morning and still unsteady at best, it was not a pretty sight, Away they all flew like the new fallen snow. All over in every little space they could land. I almost fell out of love with cooked oatmeal. At least it was not yet cooked. The best ripened banana made it taste good anyway. So I am still sweeping flakes and it is in a pile for me to pick up later. (when I work a little more energy.
BETTY (just a little true story ) BOOP
p, s, from the (Drama Queen)
1 comment:
I bet it was beautiful when it rained oatmeal.
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