Isn't it funny how your tastes change? Things you used to detest as a child, you now love? Or vice versa. When I was little, there were many a Saturday mornings that my dad would fry up chicken hearts and we would eat them, much to my mother's dismay. It was our thing. Now you couldn't pay me to eat them. Though I find it funny that my daughter and boyfriend now share that same fondness for chicken gizzards...
I'll admit, I'm completely one of those people who will say they hate something before they even try it, or automatically be disgusted as soon as I find out the contents of my food. There are a couple things, though, I may never get over. Onions and mayonnaise. Mayo, okay, I can handle that SLIGHTLY, like I can scrape it off and I'll be fine. But raw onion? Fuggedaboutit. Every time I get a Subway sandwich I can tell if there's been cross contamination with some raw onion. It ruins the whole damn thing.
So imagine my surprise when I wake up one morning and decide this looks good to eat:
Then I just thought I would try it today, and it's effing delicious.
I can't even tell you what's good about it. The texture? Hardly. It's just as mushy as any other oatmeal. It has raisins? Who the hell likes raisins!? Maybe it was the surprise of stirring it up and getting all the yummy goodness from the bottom. I don't know, but it was good.
Now I like oatmeal.
And yes, that's a Team Peeta sticker on my laptop. Don't hate.