Boring oatmeal is my normal breakfast of champions. Monday through Friday I dutifully prepare it and swallow it down for its heart-healthy powers. It helps that I sprinkle copious amounts of brown sugar over it and stir in a little heavyweight whole milk. Yet no matter what I add with every bite I still know I’m eating oatmeal.
Which is why I love weekend breakfasts. Plenty of coffee, fluffy pancakes, and lots of time to dwell over the paper make weekend breakfasts some of my favorite meals of the week. Unfortunately a hectic work schedule over this past weekend had me eating oatmeal on the run this past Saturday and Sunday. And when I woke up this morning, despite it being Monday, I just couldn’t stomach another bowl.








