No one seemed exactly sure how to serve the oatmeal or when to eat it, unfamiliar with having it on the table alongside the chicken and green beans. It doesn’t really work on the plate since it needs milk, so we set out a stack of little bowls; the necessary brown sugar and cinnamon fit great beside the oatmeal pot, the plate of sliced cheese, and the jar of salsa, even if it felt a little weird.
Skid-steering our cake in the right direction