We’ve been trying to make oatmeal a regular item on the breakfast menu.  I need to watch the cholesterol.   My wife has often remarked that when you slice bananas into your hot oatmeal it tastes like banana pudding.  I reminisced at breakfast this morning about my Mother’s banana pudding.  I can still picture the brown bowl in which it was served- a bowl which could safely go into the OVEN.

That’s significant because real southern banana pudding is not banana flavored jello pudding with bananas and Nilla wafers added served cold.  No, no.  Real southern banana pudding is BAKED with marangue on top. (The picture above is a reasonable facsimile).  That’s why my wife can say hot oatmeal with banana slices comes close- but not close enough.  I’m salivating like Pavlov’s dog for this southern delicacy just entering this post.  I need some.  I need some real “nanner puddin’” as we say in Alabama.

You never know what you’ll get on this blog on Fridays.  Is it time for lunch?