First and foremost, today is my grandma’s birthday!
Happiest of Birthdays to a wonderful woman! Seriously, everyone she meets loves her oodles and oodles. I just got lucky to be her granddaughter. People are jealous.
I have some odds and ends to share…
1) My stomach decided to stage a violent protest today. Last night I made some brownie overnight oats. It’s been on my must try list for some time and I was motivated last night so I made it. These were some highly anticipated oats, my friends. It made two servings and when I tried some today, I found them pretty rich. I wasn’t sure if I totally dug them or not and then was only able to manage 1/2 of the serving before I put it back in the fridge.
It wasn’t long before my stomach starting picketing. Now, I can’t be sure the oats were the culprit. They did have a fair amount of milk in them (I used evaporated milk since I was out of almond milk – I use it for cooking). I hurt for the rest of the day and I still can’t be sure if I feel better because my stomach is sore from the manic cramping. The question… do I try the oats again to make sure it was them? Or do I throw out the batch? I’m conflicted. (I got the recipe here)
2) I ran/walked 5 miles on the tready on Saturday. I had a wicked dizzy spell in the middle of it so when I jumped back on for another 5 on Sunday I stuck to walking. Still a bit woozy so I’m thinking I was dehydrated? Yesterday I planned on a few more miles but gave into the siren call of my couch. I still managed 3 walking miles for the day.
3) I made pancakes this weekend. I was craving them and after the run I wanted a GIANT pancake. Naturally, I chose a small frying pan and filled that sucker with batter – I wanted a super thick pancake. I’m sure you might want to face-palm me right now because you guessed it – this bad boy took FOREVER to cook! Oh my gosh! 20 minutes later it still had a gooey center, so I started scraping the done part off in order to try to cook it in mashed up pieces. It was a pancake massacre… that still had a soft-batter center. Thankfully butter, syrup and ham helped to hide the not-quite-done-parts.
The thing is, this is the second time my pancakes have been mini-disasters. The first time, fine, I tried to put together my own batter with flour and some odds and ends. Not happening. But this time I used a box mix! The rest of the batter still didn’t cook very well even though I made them smaller/thinner. I used Krusteaz gluten-free mix. At this point I’m sticking to the Bisquick gluten-free pancake mix – those were more successful. It was a bit tough on the ego to mess up pancakes, hence my firmly placing the blame on the pancakes themselves. Jerks.
I thought I had more. I guess I don’t. But please weigh in on my question:
Try the oats again in order to not waste food in case they weren’t responsible for the loads of pain I suffered today?