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Irish Steel Cut Oats to make my ancestors proud. I’ve always adored oatmeal. I’ve had people tell me it reminds them of gray mush in a bowl (and much worse analogies I won’t mention.) BUT, I love it. I could easily eat oats every day of my life. Maybe it’s my strange love of Dicken’s novel orphan stories. They always involved a character eating porridge. I always, always think of those stories when I eat oatmeal of any sort. For instance, I can’t eat a chicken pot pie without thinking of Finn in Great Expectations bringing the criminal meat pies stolen from his uncle’s cupboard. Who knows? But in the end I am an oatmeal enthusiast. Oatmeal in bread, in cookies, in facial scrubs! I have Aveeno’s oatmeal lotion for sensitive skin and Savor’s oatmeal scented body mist. Overboard? Yes, probably. But just the same take a moment to praise oats! With cream, brown sugar and unsalted butter. 30 minutes never equaled such glory.