So before I went to bed, I added a bit of sugar to the blackberries and, in a separate bowl, mixed together 2 cups of old-fashioned oats (uncooked) and a can of coconut milk.
This morning, with only a few minutes to fix breakfast before leaving for church, I stirred a spoonful of the sweetened blackberries into the cold oatmeal porridge. And then I tasted it, bracing for what I thought would taste like nothing more than cold gruel.
Instead, it was utterly delicious. The "gruel" tasted more like rice pudding or maybe tapioca – smooth and creamy, with just a hint of coconut. And the blackberries were just what it needed to take it from ordinary to extraordinary.
Ed bought a scone at the LaGrange Farmers Market and opted not to try the cold oatmeal. I suspect he too thought it sounded not so great. He just doesn't know what he is missing. Maybe tomorrow...