I used to avoid it, or anything that resembled it, like Cream of Wheat or grits. It looked like a sticky, gooey, bowl of wallpaper paste. Really, I think it was the consistency that stopped me.
But one morning last fall changed all that. I was having a cup of tea at a meeting with a peer mentor at a local bookstore/coffee shop and I was starving. I had worked out and hadn't had a chance to eat before the meeting. My friend had in front of her what this shop calls a "Buddha Bowl", which is oatmeal, toasted, brown-sugared walnuts, dried cranberries, a titch of honey and a swirl of almond milk. She loved this breakfast and had told me how good it was, repeatedly. Apparently I was desperate enough to take a spoonful.
I was blown away. The consistency of the oatmeal was the perfect, chewy background for the toasty, crunchy nuts and the soft sweet and tart dried cranberries. The almond milk and honey added other textures. I became a raving fan.
I vary my morning bowl now, sometimes deleting the cranberries in order to add a banana, and I really don't need the honey, because the balance of flavors is so great. My daughter is a little weirded out that I have oatmeal now every morning.
I answer, "I love it and I'm not sick of it yet!" She rolls her eyes and says it looks gross.
I smile, understanding how she feels, yet at the same time, a little happy that there is no competition in the family for my precious oatmeal supply.