I tend to be a breakfast-rut person. When I first get up I’m too tired and crabby to make an informed meal decision, so it’s good to have a standby. As a child, I ate brownie bites for breakfast EVERY DAY for like 5 years. Most of college was Kashi Go Lean Crunch with berries, and my most recent rut has been oatmeal. A few months ago, I started making this baked oatmeal recipe that I heard about on a Weight Watchers message board. It’s great for work because it’s like a portable bowl of oatmeal, and you can do all kinds of flavor combinations. I’d completely forgotten about it until the other day when my mom brought it up, and I decided to play around with the recipe today. Here’s how it turned out:
Blueberry-Banana Baked Oatmeal
- 2 C Rolled Oats
- 1 C Milk
- 1 C Blueberries (I used fresh. If you use frozen, thaw and RINSE them first- unless you want blue oats).
- 2 Ripe Bananas, Mashed
- 3/4 C Unsweetened Applesauce
- 1/2 C Egg Substitute
- 1 1/2 tsp Baking Powder
- 1 tsp Vanilla Extract
- 1 tsp Cinnamon
- 1/2 tsp Salt
- 1/2 Banana, thinly sliced
- Brown Sugar
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix all ingredients (except sliced banana and brown sugar, if using) in a large bowl and pour into a greased 8×8 inch baking dish. Bake for 35 minutes. Remove from oven and place sliced bananas on top, if using. Sprinkle liberally with brown sugar and place under broiler for about 2 more minutes, until sugar and bananas have carmelized. WATCH IT because the dish goes from “carmelized” to “charred” really fast.
Cut into 6 large squares. I usually wrap up each individual serving and then zap it in the microwave before eating. Here’s my little bedtime snack:
Tonight we met my parents and Grandmother for dinner at Mi Cocina, our neighborhood Mexican joint. Mom and I split veggie fajitas (yum). Unbenounced to me, my Grandmother has been reading Heather Bakes! The verdict? She likes the blog, but chastized me for overutilizing the word “crappy”. My Dad chimed in to say that he thinks I say “sucks” too often- to which my mom replied, “I don’t like that word, Heather.”
Well, you know what?
I think it sucks that I can’t say crappy.
(I’m kidding, of course! Love you, Mom! Love you, Dad! You too, Grandma!)