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Good morning!

How is everyone?

School is insane.  Working and going to school at the same time?  Even more insane.  I’m a full time student, like I mentioned before, but I never knew it would be this crazy.  Every professor treats us like his class is the only class, and doesn’t hesitate to assign us 50+ pages of reading each night, plus homework atop of all of it.

Then there’s work, which is great, but exhausting.  I’m up way earlier than I ever thought I would be (around sevenish) and not making it to bed until almost midnight, or later, these days.  I don’t get home until 8 or later on worknights, and 7 pm on school nights, and that’s only with the mercy of Em taking me home after her last class.  If I waited for Amor to pick me up, I’d be getting home around 8-ish, as well.

In other words, I’m “working” twelve-plus hours a day (Fridays have me running around from 5 am until around 8 pm, so that’s a 15 hour  work day), every day, except Thursdays (the only time I can schedule doctors’ appointments, so they’re already spoken for) and Sundays, and my boss has already told me he plans for me to start working Sundays so I can start organizing the office.

Can you tell I’m a bit overwhelmed right now?

And I don’t even know when I’ll find time to study.  That’s not even accounted into my epic work days.  Yikes.

It’s not all bad, though.  My classes are promising, though don’t get me started on the arrogance and hypocrisy of my Environmental Ethics class.  However, the content seems interesting.  If only that racist woman in the back would shut up, and the smelly tattooed guy in the front would stop calling us parasites, I’d be fine.

Work is great, actually.  Like I’ve said before, I get along fairly well with my boss, and the workload, while constant and steady, is essentially routine and easy.  No complaints.  Plus, a bit extra pocket change never hurt anyone, ne?

Porridge makes those early wake-ups easier.

The only major issue I’m having right now, then, is my eats.

First, I tried a lighter breakfast, then planned on having a snack after my first class.  Hah!  My body let me know right away that was not acceptable.  (I’m a chronic bottomless pit, by the way — 2 whole grain rice cakes, 2-3 heaping tbs of peanut butter, and a large banana barely kept my tummy quiet for three hours.)  To keep it from overtalking my professor, I was stealthily stuffing my lunch into my mouth every time he turned away.

Then, I tried a heavier breakfast, and forced myself to eat every last bite to make sure I’d stay full.  Nope.  Was starving again mid-class.  Fortunately, I had planned ahead and packed almonds and raisins, and that definitely helped, but clearly my body is rebelling against this new eating schedule.

Breakfast, as messy as it is, always remains so photogenic, don't you agree?

Since my tummy clearly can’t distinguish between a lighter meal and a heavier meal, I’m going to go back to the lighter breakfast, and pack more snacks to eat in class.

Last night, at the grocery store, I picked up a few dried pineapple rings (doused in chili powder — omg, good!) and some dried mango, and I have tons of almonds (Amor picked up a huge tub at Costco, thinking his fantasy football buddies would eat them all, and no surprise, they didn’t) and tons of ziploc baggies to cram my dried fruit and nuts into.

Lunch has been boring and, sadly, not filling.  I think part of the problem is that I’m having to wait until around 4:30 to eat it, when I’ve been up since seven or eight that morning already and I’m running on breakfast and a handful of nuts and grapes until that point.  Eight hours without a real meal?  Oi, that’s a no-go if there every was one.

So, I’m half-starved, and at that point, my satiety signals are completely broken, and I’m ready to eat my entire arm.  Le sigh.

Melty, drippy almond butter with almond slices. Creamy crunchy good!

My other option is to make my breakfast extra fatty and protein-y.  I’ve been googling the dangers of eating more than one egg a day (me, the eternal paranoid) and can’t find any hard evidence that it’s not safe, so I may try it.  Plus, it’s only three days a week, so that still comes out to six eggs a week.

Anyone have any egg breakfast recipes they want to share?

My wonderful Em bought me some almond meal at TJ’s when she was out of town last week, too.  Do you have an almond meal recipe you’d be willing to share with me?

Ate all of it, then went back for another tablespoon of almond butter. Yummage!

Breakfast was a simple ordeal.  I got smart earlier this week and made a huge pot of quinoa.  All I have to do for breakfast now, then, is reconstitute it.

Basically, I dump a heaping cup of my cooked quinoa into a pot, add enough water to make it creamy, add cinnamon and vanilla, cook, add an egg, add almond milk, cook some more, and top it with whatever I so fancy.  Today, it was a banana and a cup of frozen blueberries, thawed, and two tbs of almond butter as well as a huge fistful of sliced almonds.

Next week, I’m going to cook a huge pot of kasha.  It seriously simplifies things.  Don’t know why I didn’t try it sooner, really.

What do you eat when you know you have to stay full for several hours?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


Good afternoon!

I feel remarkably okay today, which is like, big.  I haven’t felt okay in ages.

I was so convinced that I would be in a bad mood today because of the stomach pain I had last night, but somehow I managed to wake up on the right side of the bed.

Sleeping for almost ten and a half hours last night didn’t hurt, either.  Yes, despite my two hour nap yesterday, as soon as my head hit the pillow last night, I was out.

Amor woke me up at noon, and I’ve been sipping my tea and feeling reasonably decent all morning.

All the warm and kind words from you guys probably didn’t hurt, either!  Thank you, each and every one of you, for your input on my “Thoughts” post.  I went ahead and replied to all of you directly on your comment, since each and every one of you had something to offer that I am completely grateful for.

A huge bowl of slivered almonds? What?

It’s slowly started to dawn on me that I’m getting much better at this “intuitive eating” business.

It’s still a journey, and I still have trouble stopping myself at night and listening to my tummy signals (as my bedtime tummy ache last night is a strong indicator), but my daytime eating?

Not too shabby.

For instance, this morning, I was craving both blueberries and bananas.  I had a strong hanerkin’ for the blues, but the bananas didn’t look too terribly unappealing, either.

Ah, I see. A bowl of almonds and some berry compote?

I went ahead and made it another two-banana morning, and threw in a cup and a half or so of frozen blueberries for good measure.

I tossed an entire banana in with my kasha, since I was out of almond milk.  I seasoned it with some vanilla and cinnamon, as well.

For my blueberry craving, I nuked something like a cup and a half or two cups (didn’t measure) of blueberries in bowl with another banana, then nuked it for two minutes.

Nope, there's porridge underneath all that! Sneaky sneaky!

I mashed it into a delicious sweet-tart compote, then dumped it onto my banana kasha.

I topped it with about a quarter cup-ish of slivered almonds.

Then I ate all the compote and almonds, and ate about 3/4 of my kasha and called it quits.

In other words, I eat like a child: I pick off the yummy stuff, then let the rest go to waste.  Who cares if it’s “healthy” or “I need it”, which was my old go-to excuse for finishing off my breakfast.  Oh, it’s full of protein!  I need every last bite!

Nope.  Don’t wanna.

I think that learning to throw away food is the biggest step somebody can take in learning how to eat intuitively.  Yes, I might get hungry soon, even though I just ate two hours ago.  No big deal.  I can just forage up something else yummy, and eat it until I run out of ketchup or grow bored of it, then throw the rest away.

It’s okay to throw food away.  Really!  And if that’s not cool with you?  Then cover it, put it in the fridge, and eat it later.  Leftovers are yummy, too.

Being sick, actually, has helped teach me that.  I couldn’t finish anything this past week due to awful stomach pains, and since I was sick, nobody else wanted to finish it, so into the rubbish it went.

See?  I’m the eternal optimist.  I can even find the good in food poisoning.  Hah!

Anyway, I’m rambling, which is oddly enough, a good sign.  I babble like a baby when I’m happy, so here’s to me being back to my old self soon!

Are you an intuitive eater?  Has intuitive eating ever been a struggle for you?  Do you have any insight or tips to help others who are learning how to eat? Sorry, so many questions for you today!

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


Still sick, but not as bad as I was yesterday.

For some reason, I was still hungry after lunch, but the moment I ate some fruit, not only did my hunger go away, but the nausea set in.

I didn’t get hungry again until almost 9:30 tonight.

Appetite-smashing pear.

Fruit sounded good to me.

Funny thing is, the thought of veggies was making me gag, whereas at lunch, the thought of fruit made me want to gag.

I nuked a huge peach for two minutes to cook it.

Bowl o' fruity deliciousness.

Topped it with frozen cherries, nuked another minute.

Nuked again at half power, another minute.

Topped with fresh blueberries.

Everything I wanted for dinner, right here.

Nuked again for another minute, then another on half.

By then, it was simmering in its own juices.

I added a half a banana, chopped, and tossed it all together.

Mmm, so yummy!

Poured almond milk on it, topped it with almonds.

Ate two bites, stomach clenched.

Every time the pain would subside, I took another bite.  I made about 90% through the bowl, but I feel so icky in my tummy right now that I don’t think I should push it.

I’m supposed to work tomorrow, too, by the way.  So, if I’m away all day, that’s why.

No, calling in sick isn’t an option.  One of the girls is spending quality time with her children and asked for this time off weeks in advance, and the other is the girl I covered for on Saturday because she was sick.

Do you follow any sports?  What kind?  Which team do you root for? Totally random, I know, but Amor is playing Madden and keeps calling my attention to his slow-mo replays.  He’s very passionate about his football, and it’s starting to rub off on me.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


Gonna make this brief.

I am very ill.

I got painfully hungry around 8:30 tonight.  I think?  Based by the gnawing pain (different from the twisting, churning) in my gut and the audible growling, decided it was hunger, and set forth to make dinner.


I slathered two brown rice cakes with almond butter, piled on the frozen blueberries, cherries, and sliced banana, and poured on about a cup of almond milk.

Then I got sick.

But a few minutes later, hungrier than ever, being the trooper that I am, returned to the dinner table (really, couch, but who’s judging?) and ate every last bite.

And got sick again.

I’m sipping at water, but even water is making me feel icky.

(Side note — I’ve got almost all the bases covered for the BRAT diet today, save for the toast, and I wasn’t even trying.  Wewt, go me!)

And I’m hungry again, no surprise.  Lemme see if I can cover the “T” part of my BRAT diet with some Udi’s.

Do you ever eat cereal for dinner?  What’s your favorite kind?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


I’ve been researching the correlation between moods and diet, and I have to say, my body is giving me pretty compelling evidence that there is a strong relationship between the two.

May have gotten glutened last night.  Pretty sure I got dairy’d.  Nightshades?  I had more than a few.


I told my friend, and I quote, “I feel like I got hit by a PMS truck.”

And…it’s not that time of the month, you hear?

I was snappy and weepy and bloated and…

Sorry.  You’re probably all grossed out now.  Ew, ew.  Sorry!

Thus, my I present to you, my dinner:

Two slices of Udi's GF with Kirkland Organic PB.

Comfort food at its finest.

Organic cornflakes, banana, blueberry, almond milk. In a ramekin.

Smallest bowl of cereal, ever.

The last of the coconut milk ice cream.

Yep, that’s the last of it.  Didn’t last long, did it?  Nope, it didn’t.

Ate half before losing interest.

Foraged a bit, discovered I didn’t want a Larabar.

Dark choccy melties.

Didn’t want this chocolate either.

Cravings finally abated.

Chocolate cinnamon bear, chocolate mint melty things.

And, thus ends the worst eating night in the history of my blog.

I’m going clean.  No more dairy, period.  That means no milk chocolate.  No gluten.  Nothing with soy, even soy lecithin.

Tired of being sick.

No more processed foods.

I don’t want to be sick anymore.

Eleven days until my doctor’s appointment.  I can do this.

Do you have any food allergies/intolerances?  Do you find that what you eat affects your mood?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


For some reason, I have a food hangover this morning.

I woke up with a headache and starving and in a foul mood.

Blueberries, bananas, coconut milk, peanut butter...delish!

Since it takes nearly twenty minutes for breakfast to go from “in my pantry” to “in my tummy,” I went a little bit crazy with the toppings.

No calories were spared.

It was a massacre.

Mmm, so yummy!

1/3 of a cup of quinoa mixed with vanilla and cinnamon, then added almond milk — 1/3 cup, thereabouts.

I smashed in half of a huge banana, and stirred in an entire cup of blueberries.

When it was ready,  I sliced on another half a banana, an unmeasured amount of full-fat coconut milk (2-3 tbs) and two heaping tablespoons of peanut butter.

Straight up peanut butter, yo.  No time for peanut butter glaze.

I was bloody famished.

Full of healthy fats, and lots of flavor.

Amor saw my breakfast and asked, “Is that coconut milk?”

Yep.  I explained to him how some people put heavy cream on their porridge, and that coconut milk was my attempt at recreating that.  Then I asked, “Want to try it?”

I didn’t expect him to say yes, but was delighted at his open mind.  However, I guess I failed to warn him that I eat quinoa for breakfast, because as soon as the spoon went into his mouth, a funny look crossed his face.  He recovered quickly, though, and rushed to assure me that he thought it was actually very good.

Score for a fella with an open mind!

I’m chugging on some green tea right now, trying to shrug off this food hangover.  It ain’t purdy, guys.  My guess is, I might have overdone it on the sugar last night — craisins on my salad, custard from two pies, and an ice cream cone to boot?


Food hangover.

Does your family/partner eat like you?  If not, do they have an open mind to try your food?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good morning!

So, I’m still on the fence about amaranth.  Evidently, my indecision has caused me to develop a lisp and break out the weak puns, so bear with me here as I mull this one over.

In researching my symptoms, I found quite a few websites telling me that my tummy issues (yes, it’s not just edema) could be related to one of three things: 1) gluten intolerance 2) dairy intolerance 3) egg or some other hidden allergy.

Since I don’t eat gluten or dairy, I’m wondering if since I’ve started eating whole eggs (instead of just the whites), if that’s making me sick?  Another possibility is fructose malabsorption, since my cold hunger after eating fruit is related to it, and I do get ill after eating breakfast, which always features fruit.

Yep, I’m definitely calling the doctor today.

Amaranth, frozen blueberries, almonds, and coconut milk.

I woke up with no hunger this morning, so I decided to go with amaranth for breakfast, since it takes about a half hour to cook on the stovetop.

However, within minutes, hunger hit me like a ton of bricks, so I broke off a piece of a Cashew Almond Boomi Bar and snacked on it.  No picture, sorry.

Since I’m going eggless for the day, I decided to increase my typical 1/4 cup of cereal to 1/3 of a cup.  I won’t lie; it made me anxious to eat so many carbs without any protein to balance it out.

But, I’m strong, and I forged onward.

Since my Dollar Tree bowl was so popular yesterday, I brought him back today.

I learned a trick to fluffing up the amaranth, by the way.

I used 1 1/3 cup of water to my 1/3 cup of amaranth.  After I cooked it for a half hour, it still looked like it was sitting in a ton of water.

However, after I stirred it, it became homogeneous.  At that point, I added about 1/2 cup of almond milk to it, and it absorbed it actually rather well.

Yay, an extra half-cup of food!

Hey, food excites me.  We all have our quirks.  This is mine.

No added sugar needed; the toppings sweetened it up nicely.

I don’t know if anyone else out there has tried amaranth, but if you have, did you notice that it gets little tails on it, not unlike quinoa?

Nifty, right?

It also pops.

Oh, both literally, and figuratively, actually.  Did you know you can pop amaranth like you can popcorn?

Also, when you eat it, you can bite into the little grains (seeds, actually) and they sort of *pop* in your mouth.  Fun!

I love this flavor combination! Coconut milk is so creamy.

The other thing I noticed about amaranth is that its taste vaguely resembles dirt.

Mmm, dirt.

I don’t eat beets for that same reason.

Or dirt.  I don’t eat dirt for that reason, either.  Tastes too much like dirt for my liking.

I wonder if anyone has ever eaten dirt, spat it out, and thought, “Ptew!  Tastes like beets, yuch!”

Simple, but satisfying.

To top off my amaranth, I poured a bunch of blueberries into a 6-oz ramekin, and threw them in the microwave for 1:45 minutes.

When they were squishy and simmering in juice, I poured them onto my porridge.  I then drizzled them with a tablespoon of full-fat coconut milk, added about 1/4 cup or so of almonds (a couple fistfuls), then drizzled another tablespoon of coconut milk onto it.

I loved how the blueberry juice sort of mingled with the coconut milk like a flirt at a cocktail party.

So, the verdict is still out.  I still have a serving or two of amaranth left, which will give me plenty of time to decide, I’m sure.

Amaranth: tried it? Love it or hate it?  What’s your favorite breakfast cereal, hot or cold?

Off to call the doctor now and set up that appointment.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good afternoon!

Sorry for being off to a late start today, but I sorta-kinda slept in this morning, with emphasis on the sorta-kinda.

My nap held me over well past midnight, but as soon as I hit the sheets, I was out like a light.

That is, until the phone calls started.

First, at 3 a.m., when United thoughtfully called to remind me that my Mum’s 6 a.m. flight was going to be on schedule, as planned.

Then, between 6:45 a.m. and 11 a.m., I was awoken no less than four times to 1) be asked when Mum gets in 2) be told that Mum got in 3) Mum calling me to let me know she got in, and 4) a thank you for a gift I left for my brother for all the help he gave to make this trip a success.  (Thanks, bro!  Could not have done this without you! <3)

I was surprised to see the clock on my cell phone reading only an hour until noon at the last call, so I chose that to be my notice to get out of bed.

Plus, I was having dreams about that skeevy dude, Enzo, from Big Brother, and that he was trying to ask me out on a date.  Shudder!  Maybe I should lay off on the trashy TV for awhile?

Delicious green smoothie!

After my restless night, I woke up thirsty and craving the greens.

Into my blender, I added several fistfuls of soggy spinach that needs used up, like, yesterday.  I added a quarter of a cantaloupe, half a banana, and the juice of one of those amazing lemons that Em gave me.

I’ve said it once and I’ll repeat it for emphasis: add lemon juice to your smoothies!  You don’t taste lemon, but it makes all the yummy flavors stand out more.  I don’t know what I’ll do when I run out of these lemons; they’re seriously the best I’ve ever tasted.

A few cubes of ice added texture and the necessary chill to make these smoothies palatable, and it was totally delicious.

Blueberry almond kasha. Easy, fast, simple, delicious.

While I blended away, the stove did all the work on a pot of kasha that I had simmering.

Because I was in a rush and didn’t want to dirty another dish, I cracked an egg directly into the groats.

It turned out fine, actually, and saved me one whole minute (insert exaggerated gasp here) in breakfast preparation.

Hey, a minute is a long time when you’re hungry, you know.  Seriously, I might’ve fainted dead away from hunger had I not shaved that one minute off.

So yummy!

Since I already had over a serving of fruit in my smoothie, I decided to keep my toppings simple and stuck with a combination that I know I love and that I know works.

The last of my blueberries (lamentation!) topped my creamy, delicious groats, and I added a hearty handful of almonds to the mix to add an extra burst of fat to help hold me over.

Hold me over for what?  Lunch is in a half hour, for crying out loud!  Oh, the perils of sleeping in late.

Mmm, so good!

Don’t worry, I am actively trying to practice intuitive eating.

I don’t doubt that this breakfast will keep me full until at least four or so, unless I jinx myself by thinking that it will sustain me for nearly five hours.

Speaking of intuitive eating, it gets scary sometimes.  I don’t know if anybody else out there has struggled with learning how to eat normally, but when your stomach growls every fifteen minutes at night after giving it snack after snack after snack (right after dinner, no less), it tends to make a girl antsy.

I think I knocked out all the food groups this morning -- fruit, vegetable, fat, protein, carbohydrate. Yay!

I wound up eating, oh my gosh, I have no idea.

A brown rice cake with peanut flour, a pear, a half a Larabar…

Okay, either I forgot half of what I ate last night, or I’m seriously over-reacting to my hunger, especially since I was up until nearly 2 am last night and had eaten my dinner around eight-ish last night.

See?  Just getting it out there into writing makes it all the more clear to me.  I’m starting to think that I might have a fast metabolism or something. (Knock on wood!)

Something else of interest to me?  Check out my breakfast.

Just a note: these are all estimates, since I didn’t weigh or actually measure anything, so there could be a margin of error of some sort.

And, if things like calories or anything make you anxious, please view this at your own discretion.  My breakfast is maybe 1/4 of the calories I eat on a daily basis, but since I don’t count, I have no idea.  (Generally, I like filling meals, and I snack frequently and enjoy dessert after dinner.)

Not bad, hey?

Not bad, am I right?

Check out how much iron I managed to sneak in, first thing in the morning.

I heard somewhere that to absorb iron from plants (like spinach), you need to combine it with Vitamin C.  I wasn’t actively thinking of that when I added lemon juice and cantaloupe to my smoothie, but it looks like it worked out rather nicely.

My protein is solid, and I got tons of potassium, calcium, Vitamin A, fiber, fat, magnesium, magnesium, and et al.

Not bad for a gluten-free, soy-free, dairy-free vegetarian, ne?

What did you eat for breakfast today? Feel free to include links, if you wish!

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


I’ve been enjoying my last day with my Mum here with me.  We sat around this morning, and finished Heat.  Have you ever seen it?  I rather liked it.

Organic cornflakes and blueberries.

Yesterday, while I was at the natural food store, I spotted organic corn flakes in the bulk bins.

The price was right, and for some reason, I’ve been craving corn flakes like mad.

I picked up a few servings, and decided I couldn’t wait, and integrated them into my breakfast this morning.

Such a wonderfully flavorful combination!

My mum is eternally curious, and as we were sitting around talking last night, she asked me why I would buy organic corn flakes when the ingredient list is so basic since it’s only corn.

[Warning: preachy self-righteousness alert!]

I was pleased for the opportunity to explain to her my stance on organics, and my opinion of the Monsanto corporation.  I didn’t really touch on the benefits of buying organic for my health, but rather, explained to her how truly evil I believe the Monsanto corporation to be.

In other words, I bought organic corn flakes to ensure Monsanto wasn’t getting any of my money.  Afterward, Mum agreed with my logic, and I’m glad she had an open mind and was receptive to what I had to tell her.

Delicious banana milk!

I wanted cold cereal this morning, and since almond milk is otherwise nutritionally void, I decided to go ahead and make my own milk for my cereal this morning.

Introducing: banana milk.

Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t like using protein powders, but in this case, I feel that it did add a bit of a nutritional boost to my breakfast.

A sprinkle of almonds for delicious, healthful fats.

The “recipe” is absurdly simple.

In a tall container, I combined a half cup of water, a quarter cup of almond milk, and one smallish banana.

I pureed it until it was smooth and creamy, then threw in one scoop of rice protein powder.

I let it chill in the freezer for ten minutes, then poured it directly onto my cereal.

Delicious and filling!

It was thick and creamy and sweet, and absolutely tasty.

The last few bites were a bit cloying, but the protein powder blended in smoothly with no chalky aftertaste.

If you want a “milk” without having to use supplements or any pre-purchased milks, I think one banana pureed with 3/4 cup of water would make a delicious, nutritious, slightly sweet accompaniment to your cereal.

I’ll thin it out a bit when I try it again, and I will definitely make it again.

Anyway, I have a long day ahead of me, so I must hop to it.

What kind of milk do you use?  Do you eat cold cereal?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


No, I don’t feel like a whale, though if I did, I imagine it would make me a very graceful and intelligent creature.  Actually, I’m just headed off to the beach.

Do try to shake off the delusions of me in a swimsuit and a cooler in hand.  When you live in the Pacific Northwest, “going to the beach” means I’m bundling up in my warmest clothes, pointing out at the water, and going, “There.  The ocean.  You saw it.  Can we get back in the car now?”

I jest, of course.  My mum hasn’t seen the Pacific ocean in years, so we’re taking her to the beach and perhaps some other local sights, such as some of the big trees that we’re famous for out here.

Blueberries, walnuts, and bananas. So good!

Despite eating tons of fruit before bed last night, I woke up starving.

I admit it: I haven’t done dishes in two days.  There has been no real need to, since we’ve been out and about and I’m not really dirtying any dishes.

However, the two pots that I generally use to make my breakfast in were dirty.

The kasha turned out a bit watery, but it was perfect for soaking up the flavors of the fruit.

Being the crafty and intelligent woman that I am, I whipped out a skillet from underneath the counter and set to work.

A large skillet was perfect for cooking the groats: wide surface area, good water coverage, and deep enough that it wouldn’t boil over.

However, as soon as I started to add my egg, I realized that it was much too large.

A simple, but winning, combination.

Essentially, I was making scrambled eggs and kasha.

Switching to a smaller skillet helped remedy that, of course.

I wound up adding a bit too much almond milk (to compensate for the scrambling of my poor egg) but it turned out working out perfectly.  The slightly soupy groats allowed for the berries and the banana to sink in just slightly, and it was actually very creamy and sweet and delicious.

I added a huge fistful of walnuts for fat, and it was wonderfully satisfying.

I’m off to say hello to some of you and catch up on your blogs and then it’s off to the chilly western shores.

Do you live near a body of water, or are you totally landlocked?  What do you prefer?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz