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the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing people to eat overnight oats
#it tastes like if you put a bowl of cereal and milk on the counter and then came back 6 hours later.#it is somehow both wet and dusty. #pinterest is a LIAR.#“oh i love this version with bananas and peanut butter” girl fill a cute mason jar with bananas and peanut butter!!!!#that’s the part you like!! that’s the food part!!!!!!!#yes breakfast was 12 hours ago and YES i’m still mad about this!!!!!!!!! (OP’s tags)
This is funnier than it might otherwise be because the only time I eat overnight oats is on chicken processing days. My sister makes them the night before and I always drag myself in to the farmhouse from the yurt (and for some reason I always sleep like shit on the night before processing, there’s always a thunderstorm or coyotes or I get sexually harassed by a fox or something, it’s always something) and sit there at the table and try to unglue my eyelids from one another (start time is 6:30 regardless of season, which isn’t so bad at midsummer but sucks out loud in October) and there I am with this fuckin’ jar of fuckin’ oats, and I’m always too tired to properly microwave them or season them with much so they’re just… clammy, oat and yogurt flavored sometimes with peanut butter if I really got myself together… and I always have to choke them down as fast as possible so I can get out there and get the tanks set up so I can con someone else into scooping the thousand pounds of ice into them (that’s actually not an exaggeration, we literally use a thousand pounds of ice in the stock tanks where we put the finished carcasses to chill), and I’m always vaguely nauseated but I know if I don’t eat them I’ll be goddamn miserable later because there is nothing, I guarantee you, nothing worse than standing in a concrete and steel room with your hand buried up to the wrist in a dead chicken’s former asshole and realizing that despite being coated in viscera, blood, and shit, you are ravenously hungry. Nothing worse!
Except maybe getting pooped on while being hungry. It’s a gross feeling regardless.
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sashayed:
the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing people to eat overnight oats
#it tastes like if you put a bowl of cereal and milk on the counter and then came back 6 hours later.#it is somehow both wet and dusty. #pinterest is a LIAR.#“oh i love this version with bananas and peanut butter” girl fill a cute mason jar with bananas and peanut butter!!!!#that’s the part you like!! that’s the food part!!!!!!!#yes breakfast was 12 hours ago and YES i’m still mad about this!!!!!!!!! (OP’s tags)
This is funnier than it might otherwise be because the only time I eat overnight oats is on chicken processing days. My sister makes them the night before and I always drag myself in to the farmhouse from the yurt (and for some reason I always sleep like shit on the night before processing, there’s always a thunderstorm or coyotes or I get sexually harassed by a fox or something, it’s always something) and sit there at the table and try to unglue my eyelids from one another (start time is 6:30 regardless of season, which isn’t so bad at midsummer but sucks out loud in October) and there I am with this fuckin’ jar of fuckin’ oats, and I’m always too tired to properly microwave them or season them with much so they’re just… clammy, oat and yogurt flavored sometimes with peanut butter if I really got myself together… and I always have to choke them down as fast as possible so I can get out there and get the tanks set up so I can con someone else into scooping the thousand pounds of ice into them (that’s actually not an exaggeration, we literally use a thousand pounds of ice in the stock tanks where we put the finished carcasses to chill), and I’m always vaguely nauseated but I know if I don’t eat them I’ll be goddamn miserable later because there is nothing, I guarantee you, nothing worse than standing in a concrete and steel room with your hand buried up to the wrist in a dead chicken’s former asshole and realizing that despite being coated in viscera, blood, and shit, you are ravenously hungry. Nothing worse!
Except maybe getting pooped on while being hungry. It’s a gross feeling regardless.
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