with PassionFruit Crème + pomegranate arils and almond silvers
Something's missing. It's vanished from the air, disappeared without notice and left a discernable empty spot in its wake. But what is it?
Somehow, I sense that something is lacking in the air, in life in general. I feel that there's a gap somewhere, waiting to be filled. But what can you fill when you don't even know what it is?
I'm happy. I truly am. This emotion of exuberance, of delight and laughter needs no other adjective to describe it, requires little over-complicating the simple statement of the most primal of emotions. It sort of bubbles up within you, with little warning or presaging. It's uncontrollable, and tumbles out of one's mouth without control.
Happiness is innate, an essential component of humanity. I've said this before, and I shall do so again - happiness is found ever so often on a child's gap toothed smile, their light shrieks received by people with quiet smiles; but the rumble of a full-throated chuckle from a grown man is met with looks of surprise, astonishment, and sometimes, frowns even. Why is it so hard for people to accept the expression of joy from adults, while beaming at children's?
All men are created equal, Thomas Jefferson decreed. If this applies to gender, to race, to nationality, why not age?
Perhaps that's what I'm lacking in this long road of life - laughter. I want to hear others laugh, hear their chuckles and cheers in my ears, and to join in as well.
I'm neither happy nor sad, but in a midpoint of this gradient. My emotions are serene, still like the sea across the horizon of the setting sun. The examinations are over, the calm after a storm, or it could be before The Storm, for I have yet to receive my results slip (though I already know what will appear).
But I've allowed a small pocket of time for myself to savour this quiet peace from within. When my head's clear of the usual humdrum of math sums and comprehension questions, I take the time to sit down, to read, to type, to eat, and basically do nothing in general. The future is hazy, my mind clear, so I shall take the time to just slow down and take a great big whiff of the roses.
In ways more than a few, Ginger is far from roses on the spice rate. Roses, sweet, deep, a melodic floral essence which lingers in the air. But ginger, ginger stings the smell receptors of the nose, tingling and spicy. It's what I would describe as fluent, smooth yet memorable.
Nevertheless, the power of ginger is amplified when it's combined with other flavours, such as passionfruit, pomegranate and almonds. The texture receives similar treatment - moist cake-like interior of the oatmeal, still steaming when the crusty exterior is torn apart.
I can only smile as I inhale the fragrance of ginger-scented oats.
Ginger Baked Oatmeal with passion fruit creme + pomegranate arils and almond silvers
1/2 c oats
1/4 c milk
1 tbsp applesauce
1/4 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/3 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp cinnamon
Pinch of salt
1-1 1/2 tbsp maple syrup/ honey/ other sweetener OR 6-8 drops stevia (I get mine from iHerb; use code QTN233 for $10 off)
3 tbsp Greek yogurt
Innards of 1 passionfruit
1. Preheat oven to 180 c.
2. Combine all ingredients. Let it sit for 5 mins or so
3. Scoop into a greased ramekin and bake for 20 mins.
4. Meanwhile, make Creme by combining all ingredients.
5. Pour Creme over and garnish with pomegranate arils and almond silvers. Serve and enjoy.