I have always, without question, been a breakfast eater. If I was told that from now on I could only choose one type of meal a day for the rest of forever, I would undoubtedly choose breakfast. Funnily enough, with a love for all things breakfast, my weekly routine is steady and true. My husband often questions how I can eat the same thing for breakfast day in and day out, and all I can really say with a shrug of the shoulders is, “I like it.”
If I’m going to (over)analyze this, I would say that there’s a comfort in the sameness in the beginning of the day. Just like my morning cup of coffee, it’s tried and true, setting the tone for the day that could be anything but. So what’s that daily breakfast entail, you ask? Overnight oats. Always overnight oats. Varied with fruit, nuts, and seeds, but always oatmeal….