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OATMEAL BY CANDLELIGHT
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OATMEAL BY CANDLELIGHT

One of my granddaughters, three and three-fourths years of age, along with her dad and mom, came to visit the first weekend in October.

For whatever reason, she and her older sister think that I make the best oatmeal in the world. I suspect it’s because they have been used to eating instant oatmeal. I make the five-minute version.

My granddaughter’s mom was attending a special class required for her job, leaving her dad and I alone with her for breakfast.

The day was cloudy. The kitchen windows are at the west side of the house, and the kitchen was almost dark. The lights had to be on.

When the oatmeal was cooked, and the table was set, I had an inspiration.

I called my granddaughter and her dad to the kitchen, turned the lights out, and performed a little candle lighting ceremony.

We three dined by candlelight on oatmeal, flavored with brown sugar and cinnamon, and with a little knot of butter melting over the surface.