I’m not sure if Reid has ever had Melba toast but Dame Melba, opera star that she may be (or have been), is not the one with culinary influence in our house. On Wednesday night, I offered to put Cheese Whiz on crackers for Reid and she looked at the bottle and said, “Uncle Roge” and I agreed that she had probably seen him eat some before. This morning, I asked her if she would like me to make oatmeal and she said, “Uncle Roge oatmeal” and so I assured her I would make it from scratch rather than using a package. Poor Grandma Joyce cooks oatmeal for us when we are in Wheatley or when Grandma is here but she doesn’t the credit.
Now, it’s time for me to deliver on my promise of Uncle Roger oatmeal. I hope each of you are lucky enough to have oatmeal this morning, too.