Is it just me, or is there often some sort of internal blogger battle between overnight oats
and the number of blueberries I want to push into this jar and stove top oatmeal?
(Almost as divisive as instant vs. old fashioned [slash] rolled* oats.)
*Am I wrong for thinking that
we could be something for real they are the same thing just wrapped up in respective nostalgic or action-based branding?
Overnight oats are never voluminous enough.
Stovetop oats are too hot.
(Especially when you refuse to turn on your a/c despite Alabama humidity.)
Peanut butter tastes gross on hot oats.
Peanut butter tastes gross on overnight oats.
I just really like yogurt.
Overnight oats require so much advance thought.
(Not true, Grasshopper, but we can talk about that another time.)
Protein powder doesn’t mix well with stovetop oats.
Stovetop oa–oh wait, no one really cares.
(A fact that I was reminded of yet again in a strange de ja vu situation whereby I was asked–not by Papa Smart this time, but the chair of my department– if I’d even heard of overnight oats.)
Regardless, I have a solution to the quandary of overnight vs. stovetop
OK, I’m actually not the first person to come up with this, as there is a California company that branded and marketed this concept, although they call them overnight oats and spell it with a Z, which, like Bratz Dolls (but unlike Sheetz), just makes me unhappy and unsettled.
But, well, hot oatmeal mixed with (preferably goat’s or superthick Icelandic style a la Siggis) yogurt, or even a little kefir action, is creamy, cooler, almost instant, and, well, just really really good.
And I eat ’em practically every day for breakfast, so I just figured I should tell you about it. (And the time I put chocolate chips and honey roasted peanuts on in there, and holy GOODNESS.)
Plus, you can say Yo Yo YOATS when you eat it, as though you are channeling a rapper from 1992 (or my students calling out to me at the university gym).
So, thank you, yoats, for achieving a less controversial compromise than that of 1850 (but perhaps not greater that that of 1787).
Of course, now that chia pudding is all the rage, we’ll have to call the new settlement choats.*
*Although there may be a litigious licensing problem with regards to the female boarding school of similar name