Slow Cooker Week: Apple Cinnamon Happy Belly Oatmeal
Say hello to my little friend. He’s the All-Clad Electric Slow Cooker with Ceramic insert. In other words, he’s my chef. (I like making my appliances masculine because it satiates some strange fantasy I have about a legion of male chefs working for me in the kitchen. Don’t judge.) I’ll meet you back here another day with great dinner ideas from Mr. All-Clad, but I couldn’t resist the idea of doing a breakfast. I imagined a morning that would run smoothly because a hot, healthy and hearty breakfast was just waiting around for us. No preparation on my end other than the lengthy discussion of why the Dora bowl is better than the Winnie the Pooh bowl. (I swear this happens to me.)
I found this apple and cinnamon oatmeal extravaganza in one of my favorite magazines, Canadian Living. (Fine. Yes, they did just vote us one of the best Canadian blogs, but I loved them before.) This entire process is really hard so you should change the printer’s ink cartrage in order to accommodate the reams of paper you’ll need to make a copy of this baby….Ok…here goes….
Apple Cinnamon Slow Cooker Oatmeal
1 cup steel cut Irish oatmeal
1 cup diced, dried apples (I used fresh)
1/3 cup raisins (optional)
2 tablespoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Combine oatmeal, apples, brown sugar, raisins and cinnamon stick and 4 cups of water in slow cooker. Cover and cook for about 2 hours. Remove and serve when oatmeal has thickened and is tender.
Did you get all that?
I prepared the oats the night before so I only had to reheat them in the morning. I omitted the raisins because I have a thing about cooked raisins. They’re just bloated and mushy ants to me when cooked. The process required such miniscule effort that I kept checking to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. In the morning, I warmed it on the stove with a little milk and we had a yummy breakfast with plenty of time to discuss why our cat (according to Scarlett) shouldn’t clean herself with her mouth (that really happens to me too).
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