What is up with no one eating in the summertime? This might be just my family, but in the heat, no one seems to want breakfast. Today was going to be the day I remembered that no one would eat it, and so I would either make less or save the leftovers. And yet. It’s noon and there’s a half a pot of slow-cook oatmeal still sitting on the stovetop. (Yesterday was also going to be the day I remembered, but you can guess where that got me.)

They’re eating more morning snack instead, I think. I can hardly blame them—I’d choose an apricot over a bowl of oatmeal too, but the oatmeal’s kind of more filling, so I feel some compulsion to at least offer it. Tomorrow will be the day I remember to make half as much as usual. Maybe. Tomorrow.