Things like this are the reason I had to join Weight Watchers:

Chocolate-Peanut Butter Bars, thank you, Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook. I was going to be good and wait until after dinner before having a sample, but we took a drive out West after running to the store (the bambino fell asleep in the backseat), and once we got home, I was a bit peckish. I had planned to wait until dinner before eating again, since I also made these this morning:

Everyday Food’s Yogurt Waffles (also from the April 2010 issue). Filling, crispy & delicious. And the bambino had fun helping to make them.

Yogurt Waffles

Ingredients:

3/4 C all-purpose flour
1/2 C whole-wheat flour
1/2 C rolled oats (not quick-cooking)
3/4 tsp. kosher salt
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. baking soda
1/4 C packed light brown sugar (I used dark brown sugar because I had just enough left for the 1/4 C)
3 Tbsp melted, unsalted butter (I used salted, since, again, that’s what I had)
3 large eggs
1 1/2 C plain, low-fat yogurt (I used Stonyfield Farm’s Low-Fat French Vanilla, since I didn’t want to give up my Chobani for this)

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 250°F. In a large bowl, whisk the flours, oats, salt, baking powder, and baking soda. In another bowl, whisk together the brown sugar, butter, eggs, and yogurt until smooth. Stir egg mixture into dry mixture, and mix well to combine. Let batter rest for 15 minutes (it should be rather puffy & airy when the 15 minutes is up).

Heat a waffle iron according to directions & either brush with more melted butter, or spray with cooking spray of your choice. Pour 1/2 C of batter onto iron and close. Cook until waffle is golden and crisp, about 3 minutes (I checked mine after 5 minutes). Transfer to a wire rack on a baking sheet and place in oven to keep warm.

I dunno what’s with me and oats these days, but between having steel-cut oats or yogurt with granola for breakfast, The Pioneer Woman’s BBQ Meatballs, the waffles and the chocolate-peanut butter bars, I’ve eaten a lot of oats in the past week or two. Which is a good thing. The extra fiber never hurts. And oats are so versatile. I’d have to track the recipe down, but I was thinking last night about making an oats & buttermilk snacking cake. I forget where I got the recipe, and I don’t think I’ve made it since we bought our house 2 years ago. The last time I recall making it was in our apartment. But it too is delicious, and I’ve got plenty of oats to use up!

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This started off as a semi-decent day, in spite of Daylight Savings time. I got up around 6, as did the bambino, so (bad mom that I am sometimes), I parked him in front of some Tom & Jerry as I took a shower. When I was done, my plan was to make up some sausage biscuits and have them ready in time so I could watch Meet the Press before we headed down to Inwood. Before I started the biscuits, I unloaded the dishwasher and when I was done with that, I took out the trash. Our dumpster is right by our back door, and as soon as I opened the door, I noticed that sitting on top was the stack of CDs that we keep in the pocket right underneath the CD player in our car. On top of the CDs was the face-plate to the CD player. And because SoDak has recently become a rainforest, everything was soaked. So I went running upstairs to wake up Jay, who went to check and make sure nothing else had been taken, and I called the cops. One came by about 10 minutes later, and said that most likely, it was punk high school or college kids, and ours was the 5th call he’d responded to this morning. Stupidly, we haven’t been locking our car doors–False sense of security and all, and you don’t necessarily expect that someone will trespass on your property and into a building on your property, unlocked car doors or not. Luckily, nothing had been taken, and whoever had rifled through our things was likely sending us a message. Punk asses. In a way, I’m glad that we weren’t the only ones it happened to, but at the same time, I’m almost afraid that if these kids come back and find our doors locked, they’ll smash a window or something. But hopefully it doesn’t happen again, and this will be the kick in the butt we need to get the garage door fixed.

In spite of that, we had a nice visit with Jay’s grandmother and other relatives down in Inwood. The bambino took a liking to his cousin Rachel, and his great-uncle, and in spite of only getting about a 45-minute nap, was charming and showing off a little for everyone. All in all, it was a nice day, although I’m glad to be back home.

When I was a kid, I always thought the “Pease” in “Pease Porridge Hot” was little-kid-speak for “Please.” Kind of like the bambino’s “Pwease.” It wasn’t until I was older that I learned it really refers to mashed peas. Blech.

I have a weigh-in today, and I’m not exactly looking forward to it, not just because I think I’m slowly creeping upwards on the scale instead of down…It’s a cold, crappy, dreary, rainy day here on the prairie, and since I ended up sleeping on the couch (thank you, recurring insomnia), I’m exhausted and slightly grumpy (although that I blame on my SAD, as I was much more chipper last week when it was sunny). I was just going to do yogurt & granola again for breakfast, but decided the oatmeal would be a little more comforting, and the strawberries would give me some much-needed vitamin C. Plus, I bought steel-cut oats over the weekend, and I’ve been geekily excited about eating them. I have regular rolled oats, but steel-cut oats turn out much creamier. I had to chuckle about the different packaging, though. I picked up Bob’s Red Mill Scottish Oatmeal, mainly because it was on sale. Other than price and the obvious differences in organic vs. conventional, I fail to see any real difference between the Scottish oatmeal, and regular steel-cut oats. The Scottish oatmeal does have fun plaid packaging, and I am a sucker for anything plaid.

It cracks me up a little that this cup of yogurt, and the quarter-cup of granola I added to it are a 5-Points breakfast. I was going to have my oatmeal & strawberries (which are only 4 Points), but I wasn’t sure exactly when I might get around to eating said yogurt, and since I paid $2.50 for it, I’m sure as heck NOT throwing it out. I will say that the Oikos is growing on me, and I like the strawberry version better than I liked the vanilla I had the other day. For one, the tartness of the strawberries mask the tartness of the yogurt (which is one reason I stayed away from yogurt for many many years). For another, it seemed a lot thicker and creamier than the vanilla. One of my coworkers & I were discussing Greek yogurt yesterday, and I happened to bump into her at the store last night–They’d restocked on Chobani, so she’d picked some up. Had I not bought a bunch of Oikos already, I’d’ve picked some up for myself! It’s hard not to like a yogurt company that sends you a birthday card!