Baked Oatmeal To-Go (directly into the trash)

This recipe sounded great and had me dreaming of lovely, simple mornings with my kids. I pictured our usual frantic race out the door for work and school tempered by the nutritious and delicious portable breakfast in our hands. As is so often the case, with my endless optimism, that isn't even close to how things played out.

The recipe author touts the "sugar free" aspect and the versatility of this ideal breakfast; while it's certainly versatile, there isn't one mother-loving ounce of flavor in these squishy, sad lumps of oatmeal. My two oldest children politely tasted the original product; G took a teeny, tiny bite and gave me a sweet, polite grimace and T swallowed hers with a look of genuine disgust adorning her pretty face. The Baby, not yet being versed in social graces, grabbed it out of his mouth and threw it on the kitchen floor, spitting out the remainder. His comment: gucky (our family's versatile word for gross, yucky, icky, dirty, don't-touch-that, spit-that-out-right-this-instant).

My second effort had me slathering enough peanut butter on these suckers to make them palatable to even the pickiest of eaters. But still, no takers. I grudgingly ate every last one of these leaded breakfast bombs because, Dammit, They're Healthy!

Best part? I made a gigantic double batch. You see, I was so convinced that they would be incredibly delicious that I made a batch of regular muffin-sized bombs for my family and a whole pan of mini-muffin sized bombs to take with to work. As for this recipe, it won't be happening again at House of Schroeder.

This is the link to the original Pin.