Love & the lake

I woke up, bright sunlight was filling my little room, and I saw the beautiful blueberry

bushes in front of my window. Not only were they pretty to look at but they also had this magical scent of summer to them. I yawned, gazed at my fingers, and wondered why they looked so funny. They were swollen because of the heat, but my little Peppa mind didn't really understand the laws of biology at that time.

I was 9 years old, and summer in Bellevue, Washington was in full motion. I enjoyed just laying there, and gazing outside the window. The preceding days had been so fun , yet very exhausting. Me, and my cousins pretty much spent all our time swimming in lake Washington, therefore my little body was wiped out, and not quite ready to get up yet.

I was staying at my grandparent's tiny, super cozy summer cabin right at the shore of the lake. I felt so protected, and happy in their presence. After laying there for about an hour, I slowly got up, at the impatient request of my growling tummy.I stepped outside my room, and my chubby little kid-feet carried me straight to the living room.

And there they were, my sweet grandma, and grandpa, sitting at the breakfast table, drinking fresh OJ, and contently nibbling on their oatmeal. They had oatmeal every single morning, as part of their healthy eating routine. I sat down at the table, and my grandpa said in his kind, and gentle voice: "Good morning sweetheart."

He always called me sweetheart, and that made me feel special, and loved. He truly was the kindest man I knew, and being in his presence was just so so sweet. He had one very big passion, and that was running. He was a fantastic athlete, even at the age of 80. One time he even swam across lake Washington, which took a good five to six hours.

His kids were at his side the whole time on this special day, paddling in a tiny boat right next to him, making sure their dad was safe. So there I sat in the middle of these two sweet people, eating my oatmeal in order to provide my body with the fuel it needed for yet another playful summer day at the lake.

Looking back at this day, I feel so grateful that I was allowed time with these two wonderful souls. I would give anything for another day at the breakfast table with them. But all I am left with today, are these wonderful memories. My love for them was, is, and always will be a huge part of me.

I hope my grandkids will have the same love for me when we'll sit at the breakfast table on a hot summer morning, eating our bowl of oatmeal. If you'd like to make this nutritious, yummy oatmeal at home, here are the things you'll need to prepare this delicious breakfast bowl:

1  2/3 cups water

1/3 cup milk

1 cup whole oats

2 Tbsp brown sugar, or to taste

1/4 tsp cinnamon

1/2  cup chopped walnuts

2 apples, pureed

Add water, milk, and oats to a pan, and bring the mixture to a boil while stirring. Let it boil about 5 minutes until thickened, stirring occasionally to prevent the bottom from burning. Then add salt, cinnamon, sugar, and remove the pan from the heat. Now puree the raw apples.

Use a stainless steel or plastic grater to prevent a reaction between the metal and the apple's acid. I suggest NOT peeling the apples, because this will add fiber. This helps to keep hungry bellies full. Pour the oatmeal into two big bowls, and add the apple puree, and nuts on top. 

Love, Peppa.