… kick your oatmeal’s ass.
Seriously. Keep your Quaker Oats, flakey as they are. You know they’re rolled and therefore inferior. My oatmeal is so righteous that it comes in a metal can. Why? Because it is steel cut, baby. That’s right. The each individual oat grain has been ninja-sliced into perfect little vectors of
(Seriously, these things are pretty good. And good for you, hence their recent introduction to our household. Especially with a lump of low-fat peanut butter mixed in.)
