with the little black dumplings of sweet pink jam (swipe for pics). jumbo oats toasted and then soaked in boiling water, cooked with lots of rich cocoa, cinnamon, hazelnut milk salt and ground flax. then lots of coconut yogurt, thick-peel marmalade, garnet-fleshed figs, a pool of rich cocoa tahini (mixed cocoa, warm water, maple syrup and tahini). cacao nibs for crunch
this was soul-soothing in yesterday’s breakneck storm; chocolate oatmeal so thick and cakey a spoon could stand up straight like a soldier in it grants you resolution and courage in some rib-bolstering way. in it i forgot for a while the mud splatters on my jean cuffs, the kind of black undereyes sleep can’t really resolve, the frightening black dread of immediate morning and late night, the loneliness of a lit desk lamp. of course there are always Sylvia Plath figs, but these were less morose, and i’m tired of self-mythologising