So as part of the “anti-inflammation” diet the naturopath put me on for the next two weeks while we find out what I’m allergic to, I’m eating raw oatmeal.
Yup. Raw oatmeal.
Raw oat groats (whatever the fuck those are), soaked in water, and blended.
And that’s it.
This is possibly the strangest consistency of food my mouth has ever encountered. And I have not yet ascertained whether all the cinnamon, dried cranberries, and almonds in the world will make this taste good.
Here’s to scrubbing out my malfunctioning intestines.
