Sometimes (like tonight) I will make steel cut oats for dinner. Not sure why, but I like oatmeal for dinner sometimes.
I will throw in a dab of PB, some walnuts, raisins, raw honey, and cinnamon.
It is good.
But during the 30+ minutes it takes to cook the oats, I usually find myself feeling peaceful in a way.
Does anyone else care to share their unexpected moments of peacefulness?