That was Yucky

They say oatmeal sticks to your ribs, and it must, because it sure doesn’t stick to my stomach! I have been making oatmeal at night in the slow cooker and it’s delicious the next morning, but about two hours later I am hungry again.

Yesterday morning I was sitting on the couch eating my oatmeal when I crunched down on a piece of clove.Yuck. My mouth was almost anesthetized. But in the slow cooker, you need to use whole spices, so I had put in a vanilla bean,a cinnamon stick and whole cloves. The oatmeal was so hot and creamy that I had a hard time fishing them all out. Since I was too lazy to get up, I kept eating and carefully picking out the cloves. They were in my left hand, resting on the couch. As she often does, Mia came around sniffing. She loves milk products, but with her sensitive tummy I don’t let her eat people food. This time, however, I wasn’t worried, since it was only the scent of milk and butter on my finger. She was quicker than I am and she gobbled up a clove. I didn’t see that one coming.

I nearly died laughing when she spit it out faster than I did. She stopped and stared at it like it was an ET. I am certain she had never tasted a clove before. I am also certain she will never taste one again. Her expression was priceless. This picture doesn’t quite catch it, but she definitely communicated the yuckiness of cloves.