MY TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE WITH OATS

When it comes to food, I am definitely not the picky type. I am able to eat all kinds of foods and even try new ones out. There have only been few that I didn’t get to like, maybe because of the taste or how it makes my stomach feel. This post is about the fact that I do not like oats one bit, despite the nutritional contents and health benefits. In the case of oats, it is not about the taste or that it makes my stomach feel a certain way that makes me dislike it so much. I had a traumatic experience with it, and since then, I don’t think I have ever tasted it😂

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THE STORY THAT BIRTHED MY HATE FOR OATS

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I think I was probably age 9 or 10 when it happened. My aunt made us (my brother and I) oats and milk to school on that faithful day, my mom was not around. I think I was meant to eat it immediately I got to school and then buy food at the cafeteria at lunch. Honestly, I can’t exactly remember that part in details. I just remember that during break time, I still had the oats but I didn’t feel like taking it again because it was already cold.

As a kid, I actually disliked cold meals a lot. I found it really hard to eat meals if not warm or hot. So, in essence, I left that food in my warmer till I got back home. Normally, every kid knew that trick of pouring away left overs so they won’t be scolded by their parents. Well, I don’t know who bought audacity for me that day and I decided to just leave it in my warmer😂😭

I definitely regretted that.

Infact, I had a lot of time to perform the act but it just didn’t cross my mind or maybe I just forgot about it. Well, my aunt came back in the evening and realized I didn’t touch my food. I immediately knew I was in for it but what I expected was not what I got. I thought she would beat me or give me some short punishments or just scold me with words, but instead, she announced to me that I would have to eat the oats😂😭

Guys, I really thought I heard wrong, because whaaaaaaaat?!! I started crying and begging but she didn’t budge. She is a disciplinarian and also definitely wanted to teach me it wasn’t good to waste things. I didn't understand fully then, I only thought she was very mean but I do understand now. Now, I hate when people waste things, especially food, and I always preach against it. I can't say this experience singlehandedly made me that way, but I am very sure it contributed to it.

Back to the story,...

She gave me a pot to pour it in, so as to warm it and eat it after. While pouring it, I realized the oats + milk was already fermented and slimy. I wanted the ground to just swallow me at that moment or a good samaritan should just enter and talk her out of it. Well, none of those definitely happened😂😭😭

I made all the pitiful faces in the world and cried till I could cry no more, nothing I wanted happened. At the end of the day, I ate my warmed fermented oats, or let me just call it spoilt oats🤧😒

It tasted really awful and whenever I see oats till date, it is that particular taste that comes to my head. I immediately lose interest in eating it. I don't know how I can heal from that oat trauma😂 I might never eat it for life!

Well, what do you think about this story of mine? Do you think I am being dramatic in any way?

Thanks for reading❤️