My Dad has a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast everyday. When I was growing up, he thought it would be a great synergy to serve us both up some oatmeal in the morning. I, however, decided it was yucky. Around the same time as I pushed back on the oatmeal, I really (really!) wanted to watch a pretty lame show called Battlestar Galactica (old school style for you youngsters - not nearly as hip as the more recent incarnation). To this day, I can't stand oatmeal because he made a deal with me over 30 years ago that I could watch BG if I would eat a bowl of oatmal. That bowl would get cold and nasty and thick and crusty and I would make the pain of eating it last for the entire episode.
Now I have kids of my own, I bought a Costco variety pack of oatmeals because they told me they liked it. Of course, now that I have a boxful of the nasty stuff - they have decided not to like it. Sigh - I guess there was never smart play with oatmeal for me...
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