My mother's favorite was oatmeal. UGH!! I hated it. Or rather, I hated the idea of it. I'm not sure I ever even tasted it. It was the consistency that didn't appeal to me. And when I came home from school, the pot it was cooked in was often in the sink, full of water. And the leftover oatmeal had congealed into an unpleasant skin...
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