Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Pumpkin Baked Oatmeal Recipe

Of all of God's vegetable creations, the pumpkin has to be one of His yummiest. This semi-annual blogger is a fan of all things pumpkin: pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin bread, pumpkin soup (especially at the German restaurant F├╝nfschilling in Fischingen), pumpkin cake, pumpkin spice lattes, and pumpkin Coffee Mate.

Hmm. Is that really how you spell pumpkin?

I have now discovered baked oatmeal here in ex-pat land, and today I turned it into pumpkin baked oatmeal. :) (This dish, by the way, is already very popular in the northeastern region of our beloved homeland, but it's a relative first for this southern girl.)


Suzanne's Pumpkin Baked Oatmeal Recipe
serves 6 - 8

3/4 c. brown sugar
4 c. oats
1 t. salt
1 t. baking powder
1 1/2 t. cinnamon
1/2 t. ginger
1/2 t. ground clove
1/4 c. pumpkin puree
1/4 c. oil
2 eggs
1 1/2 c. milk
1 1/2 t. vanilla

Mix dry and wet ingredients separately. Combine and pour into a 9" x 13" pan. Bake at 350 F or 180 C for 20-25 minutes until set. Serve warm with milk on top. Yum..... :)

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Bite-Size Senses

"Your office smells good."

I get that a lot, and I am very proud of it. These smells bring distinction, yea even honor, to my humble place of work. So burn on, Gingerbread. Burn on, French Vanilla. I will not stop you.

This week has been bite-size. I've trimmed my nails and kept the living room picked up. I had an afternoon with a roommate and worked 10 minutes a day on a music festival program. There were 15 minutes with my Bible this morning, and I'll spend 50 minutes with a sick colleague's theory class today. It's not that this list really sets apart this week from any other - with the exception of the nail trimming. Maybe it's that I find myself this week recognizing a longing for more.

The long, the enduring, the deep, the satisfying. This week, I want lasagna, not another sandwich. I want Schubert sonatas rather than Chopin Mazurkas. I want Paul Simon, black coffee, and corduroy. I want transparent streets of gold and the absence of shadow.

I want to pour out again.

And I feel out of practice at blogging. Please forgive a first effort in six months.