You Say Porridge, I Say Oatmeal

We've run out of oatmeal. Normally not a big deal, but this was really good oatmeal and we can't get it anymore because the four-hundred year old water mill that made it is closed for the winter. These oats were ground on a big-ass millstone powered by the stream that ran past the mill. We even got to watch the oats being ground and bagged. The miller would scoop them into each bag, carefully apply a bead of Elmer's glue to the opening and hold it shut for a few moments before moving on to the next bag. I'll say it again. It was good oatmeal. The bar has been set very high.

So now we're oatless, as I said, and we went to the grocery store. I left Brenna in the wine aisle

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