This morning, while I was eating a bowl of oatmeal, I violated our “no screens at the table” rule and scanned through my Instagram feed.
It was picture after picture of stunning, mouth-watering, decadent dishes. (I follow a lot of food bloggers.)
My oatmeal started to look pretty bleak in comparison.
Then I remembered that food doesn’t always need to be the Best. Thing. Ever.
Sometimes food is just fuel.
And, even if it’s not pretty, a bowl of oatmeal with peaches, raisins, flax seeds, and hemp hearts is some darn good fuel.