Sunday, September 30, 2012

Breakfast Date: Carrot Cake Oatmeal

 

I love the idea of oatmeal. I love the concept of a warm, comforting, slightly chunky goo that is full of nutrients and your favorite flavor of the day that slides down your esophagus and coats your stomach with its clingy embrace before the acids there detach its sticky, clinging fingers. I mean really-- what's not to love? I'll tell you: the goo that remains once the heat has left it, the texture, often the taste. My mother has always been a big proponent of the oatmeal and after years of trying and not being able to make it past the third bite, I'm finally starting to understand the reason for her enthusiasm. See, I am such a big fan of The Oatmeal Concept that I have been putting in extra effort in the past year to train my mouth to accept it. Meine Damen und Herren, it is possible. There are so many ways oatmeal can be delicious! You can cook the oats in conjunction with chunks of banana, walnuts, cinnamon, nutmeg, and cranberries with a fruity glob of applesauce on top. You can prepare it with fresh apples and nuts and spices and trick your mouth into thinking it's pie. You can whip some up in no time on a GDR-era camp stove before sunrise in Spain with nothing but fresh milk and cheap oats and sweet German honey. Or you can get really fancy and pretend it's carrot cake. It's so interesting how tastebuds mature.

I did try some instant oatmeal the other day, however, and BLECHhkgkgkgkg. That stuff is terrible! Still a no-go on potatoes, too, mother. No need to ask. Oh, Mann-- potato oatmeal? Gag me with a spoon.

Adapted from this recipe.

What you need (for one serving):
  • 1/4 cup water
  • 1/2 cup of thinly grated carrot
  • a few date chunks
  • 1 tsp brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup rolled oats
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • pinch of salt
  • 1/4 tsp vanilla
  • a healthy shake of cinnamon
  • smaller shakes of nutmeg & ginger
  • pinch of allspice
    ~~~
  • 1 tbsp plain yogurt
  • 1 tbsp cream cheese
  • 1 tsp maple syrup
    ~~~
  • 1 tbsp chopped, toasted pecans or walnuts 
  • 2 tsp shredded unsweetened coconut
  • a few more date chunks
  • a healthy zesting of orange
Musik: Something ambitious, adventuresome, like the soundtrack to Amélie or, better yet, "Chariots of Fire".

Simmer the water, grated carrot, the few date chunks, and sugar over medium heat until most of the water has been absorbed and your carrots have surrendered their crunch. Add the milk, rolled oats, and spices. Stir to your favorite oatmeal tenderness/consistency, then plop in vanilla drops. Meanwhile with your other two hands, stir together the yogurt, cream cheese, and syrup in a separate vessel until smoothish. Transfer cake/oatmeal to your favorite breakfast bowl, top with frosting and nuts, the few more date chunks, coconut, and zest. (The zest is really what makes this dish in my opinion. Without it, all you have is mush.) Commence with artsy food photography and consume before it gets cold. That's right-- you totally rocked that.


Saturday, September 15, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In which springtime in Germany has 17 syllables.

ZO! The truth is, I'm back in Deutschland and suddenly working 40+ hours a week at a translation company. Visa is good 'til December and counting. My routine for the past week has included working, coming home in the evening, sleepily eating spinach, and giving up on being awake. Rinse, reuse, repeat. In the past couple days I've stretched my awakeness potential by getting back to salsaing and putting together this blogpost. I'd be happy to share more updates about LIFE and all with those who ask.

In the meantime, a thunderstorm pummelled this fair city today and demolished summer as we know it. Proof: I left for work this morning, strolling to the S-Bahn with golden light tickling at my eyeballs. I came home from work this evening amidst windy, gray coolness and browning leaves blustering in the air and mooshing under my feet. All visuals aside, it smelled like fall, and that was most telling of all.

What a perfect time for a slice of rhubarb pie! By which I mean, happy springtime photos, the following of which were taken in the sinking, medieval city of Lüneburg and in cute, little Detmold and its surrounding countryside. In April and May. And it's a long, long time from May to December, and the days grow short when you reach September.

And do you know what else is short? Haiku.


                          something old, and then
                          new, borrowed, blue-- a timeless
                          juxtaposition

 






 
bloom, Blumen, rock that
consuming sun and wall space
eyeing yum kapow

 

 
                          punkster, lean on me
                          wir tanzen, tanzen, tanzen
                          'til all falls down, love

 


 
German safari
lonely limbs, necks stiffly stretch
will you be my friend?

 
 
           come here, little bird
           still-life under swanny clouds
           we be tanzen, too

 


pillars like morals
look strong, steadfast, straight and true
but slowly sinking

 


 
           trees reverse strip-tease
           slowly donning greenery
           Hermann-cat sees all

 


 
oh, Fachwerkhäuser
flaunt those geometric beams
the camera loves you

 















          



           bloomability
           lions, they are so dandy
           n'it was all yellow

 




 
5 o'clock shadows
the world grows softer, gentler
oh, the irony

 



 
           muggamuggamug
           squishysquishynoseysquish
           sure do love my mom