I awaken to darkened mornings and sleep to nights equally so. With demands ringing and the rain adding on the the din with its irascible grumble, it's quite right to say that I've been rather deafened by the hubbub, bent over like a wizened crone under all that pressure. And yet, I've come to try to seek equilibrium. I'm trying, hard, to be like that rock that the waves flow past, steadfast yet molding itself to the caresses of the currents gradually.
But it isn't always bad. Despite the tumultuous weather which occasionally leaves me shivering like that shriveled leaf that clings on to the branch for its dear life, I'm looking ahead to sunnier days, with less homework and thinking about the great thing that I'm stepping into soon also known as the future. (Actually, I don't mind homework. Correction: expectations)
So this it what it feels like - the unrelenting pressure lid being put on and one never getting to see sunlight streaming into the house. Is it what it feels like to be an adult? Probably. Still, it's part of the system, so I'm attempting to embrace it, or at least, work with it. It's not going to be easy, but I'll try, for my dear momma's sake.
On the other hand, I've been kicking back a little. Not too much, just the slight loosening of the reins. As I said earlier - balance. Providing some ailment to the slightly shaky hands and weary feet in the nights by encasing them in fuzzy bocks (boot-socks?) propping them (the feet) up on the ottoman whilst reading helps in easing off the knots. And all in good time too, with the introduction of this reading program school just introduced. It's strange, how I've missed it. Missed this sort of literacy test where I keep prodding myself to improve. But that's a story for another time.
These rituals - books, bocks and Friday night movies - have been my backbone. I revel in the practices I stick to, finding some semblance of balance in it, me being a creature of comfort. For how long I know not, but more often than not, they come with tea. Tea for the soul in the late nights when I take a short break. Tea for keeping hands warm. Tea until I cease to be, I think.
For now, my needs are simple - tea, light entertainment and bocks. Not mentioning breakfast. Oh yes, breakfast. Not the sort where everything is frabjous-ly fancy or criminally lavish, no. Rather, porridge. Simple, basic porridge. You're probably wondering, why on earth would you want more oatmeal when you've already got such an expansive assortment of them?
In my defence, this is new.
This - oatmeal cooked to a deeper, creamier texture, with swirls of jam within - has fruits and nuts, much like my other porridge recipes. And yet, what makes it so addictive probably is it's mushed-up goodness that's got a hint of spice. It's what been tiding me over the mornings, well worth waking up a tad earlier and taking it's cooking time to water the plants and get ready for school.
Here's some ideas for combinations:
- Orange Marmalade, Honey and Coconut
- Bananas, Peanut Butter and Cocoa powder
- Coconut Sugar sprinkled generously on top with a splash of milk
Traditional Scottish Porridge
makes: for one hungry person
time taken - prep: 5 mins // cook: 15 mins
1/3 c rolled oats
1 c water or half-and-half water and milk or milk
pinch of salt
1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
1/3 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tbsp maple syrup
- to serve -
1 tbsp berry jam
handful of berries
1. Lightly toast your oats over low heat for 1-2 mins, before adding in the liquid and salt.
2. Increase heat to medium-low and bring to a boil, stirring occasionally so it doesn't clump up.
3. Cook for 10-15 mins, until the liquid is almost fully absorbed, then stir in the maple syrup and spices.
4. Remove, pour in a bowl and make a small well for your jam and top with berries, pistachios, arils and what-have-you. Serve warm and enjoy.
- to be continued -