Oats with baked bananas
‘The thing with oats is…’ , ‘You cannot expect me to eat oats everyday..’, ‘How about toast..’, is how the conversation with my husband started when he decided we would be eating oats every day. I mean really? Who even likes oats? Flapjacks yes. Porridge. No.
A few months ago we made a concious decision to eat better. We have made this decision several times over the past few years and gone back and forth with this whole eating well lark, but in the past I have held the reigns and decided what we would eat since I was the one doing all the cooking. This time round, my husband wasn’t having any of it. He wanted to decide our menu plan for this new ‘way of life’ and I just blinged it up, if you will.
So basically, his plan was to have oats for breakfast every day. I sighed. Soup for lunch every day. I huffed. Meat and Veg for dinner every day. I blew the house down.
It is just so typical of men to come in and simplify things and be all smug about it whilst you are internally screaming about how you will survive. Later on, his friend added a new rule. No eating after 6pm. Are you having a laugh mate? Sometimes, I begin my largest meal at that time.
So i reluctantly began to plan meals and boy did i complain. Not that it bothered Mr.Laidback. He just zoned out, completely unfazed and unaware that the thought of gluey, dull oats was sending me into a mild panic.
As healthy and as wonderful as oats are, I could not even begin to think about having them without any topping on them. I imagined gloopy, bland, cold porridge stuck to the roof of my mouth, I though about little goldilocks and wondered why she had even bothered trying a single bowl of porridge (let alone finish a whole one) and then chuckled when i realised Goldilocks had probably fallen asleep because the oats were so boring. I even imagined flinging my spoon backwards and catapulting it across a room only for the porridge to get stuck to the wall forever, staring at me, mocking me and serving as a reminder that I would never again so much as come near a croissant.
Once I had stopped all my drama, i decided that I would have porridge my way. I would pimp dat porridge.
Thus started a love affair with Quaker oats. (Imagine my delight when they used my raspberry coulis oats picture as their instagram valentines day photo).
Funnily enough, this week at nursery my son is learning about Goldilocks and the three bears and has requested oats for breakfast. I didn’t realise that this story could help kiddos in so many ways. My son’s nursery send parents a little summary of how their weekly learning helps them with things like literacy, mathematics and personal, social and emotional development. Turns out oats help our little munchkins understand the world.
- ½ cup instant oats
- 1 cup milk
- 1 Banana sliced in half lengthways
- 3 tbsp clear honey divided
- 1 tsp maple syrup
- 2 tsp dark brown sugar
- ½ tsp cinnamon powder
- ½ tsp ginger powder
- 20g dark chocolate - I like 70% or higher. I also used a lime infused chocolate but plain is fine.
- 1 tsp peanut butter (optional)
- 2tbsp granola (optional)
- Preheat the oven to gas mark 6.
- In a small bowl combine half the honey, cinnamon, ginger, brown sugar and paste onto the banana.
- Pop into the oven in a non stick pan for 15 minutes.
- minutes before you take the bananas out, cook the oat according to the pack instructions. I make mine in the microwave.
- Top the warm porridge with the baked banana.
- Add the chocolate, granola (if using), peanut butter (if using). The chocolate will melt from the heat of the oats.
- Drizzle with the remainder of the honey and maple syrup.
* You can cover the pan with parchment/greaseproof paper or foil but i don’t.
* Banana cooking time depends on it’s size.
Side note: That book shelf reflection in the spoon was definitely intentional. Ok it wasn’t but I’m all about the shelfie.