We all have friends like this. They are the ones with whom time is a meaningless concept. Five hours, five days, five years pass and it doesn’t matter. Time is meaningless because the friends you share a unique time/space continuum with are always there for you. Years will pass (and they do) but when you see each other again it feels as if no time has passed.
There comes a time when we all reach out. Maybe it’s for companionship, perhaps for understanding. There is a bond that exists unbroken by time or geography. A call is made. Yes, it would be great to see you again. Most of the time nothing further comes of the call. But then the second call comes, you clear your schedule, and you make time to spend with your special friends.
“Do you eat oatmeal?”
(and who at this age in life doesn’t eat oatmeal?)
“Yes, I love oatmeal.”
“Then I will make baked oatmeal in the morning for breakfast.”
Baked oatmeal? Never heard of it. I’ve been cooking for over 40 years and never heard of baked oatmeal. So when in doubt do what everyone else does.
Google it. Amish Baked Oatmeal. Dozens of recipes, all the same, each just a little bit different.
So I took a picture of the recipe but not of the book cover or author. The recipe is Amish and I’m stealing it now. I guarantee the recipe will change, but for now, I’m stealing it unchanged. Kathy King is listed on the line with the recipe title. So Kathy, wherever you are, Doris and I thank you for this yummy oatmeal recipe.
Doris’ Baked Oatmeal
I don’t want anyone to think we just jumped in the car and drove three hours for oatmeal.
No, we jumped in the car to go see this guy with our buddies.
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