I have a container of pre-cooked McCann's steel cut Irish oatmeal in the refrigerator. I'll add raisins, maybe almonds & a splash of half and half, or just almond milk to a lightly nuked bowl.
Though I'm on extended hiatus, my sugar delivery system of choice has traditionally been bulk candy, two bags, one fruity & one chocolate-y, eaten in random order and eventually mixed together at the end.
I nonetheless enter this thread at my own peril and discover a few things:
I like the company.
I've eaten all the cereals up through when Cap'n Crunch was introduced, and less than a third thereafter. I can still recall picking mashed clumps of Cap'n out of my molars not long after all my baby teeth were replaced.
Being here for the discussion is not unlike how I'm up-to-date with the Tournament thread but haven't watched a single game yet. And I like the name Raphael Chillious; it'd be great in an urban graphic novel set a few years into the future.
Ultimately, I feel as out of place in this thread as Lady Hans felt last Sunday at a screening of "Repo Man," which I still love. Might as well blame society.