Sometimes, living alone is a challenge. For instance, it’s hard to cook for one person and there’s no one to trick into doing the dishes or folding the laundry (my cats have, thus far, proven to be terrible maids). If, like me, you’re a single, shall we say far-from-strong woman, it’s even harder. Large grocery trips can be sweat-inducing and every year, some time in mid-May, installing my window unit AC makes me see God. More often than not, though, living alone makes me feel self sufficient and proud, because all those things that are challenges or dude tasks? Well I can do those, without help.
My apartment has temperature-control issues. In the summer, it’s sweat lodge-hot. In the winter, it’s igloo-cold. Apparently, the seasons have officially changed, because this morning I woke up to a frigid apartment, far far colder than the ambient temperature outside. What better way to start off a chilly October Saturday morning, than with a wedge of baked oatmeal.
I love, love, love bananas. I’m not much of a fruit girl, really. Oh, I love berries when they’re in season-raspberries and strawberries and cherries-but that time is fleeting. If you put an apple or an orange in front of me, I’ll eat it, and I’ll even like it… assuming it’s not a macintosh, that is. But I would never go out of my way for an apple or an orange or a pear or a grape for that matter. Bananas though, bananas are my boo.
I’m gonna make this one pretty quick, because I honestly can’t think of much more to say past “yum.” I spent this Sunday afternoon baking and cooking and basically getting my life back in order. I love a Sunday at home, particularly a Sunday with a newly-decorated Christmas tree and Christmas music and roasting squash and homemade soup and cookies and pink-painted nails*. It was a good Sunday. I made two batches of cookies, actually. The first was a total bust, which I will tell you about some other time. The second was this tart, sweet, chewy, oat-y batch, which I will tell you about right now 🙂
You know when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you shouldn’t do something but you just can’t stop yourself? For me, these situations tend to involve that second helping of bread pudding, that third (cough::fourth::cough) margarita, or those boots that I just cannot physically leave the store without despite the 10 other pairs currently in my closet. This cake was one of those situations.