In which we choose to laugh...again!

Since Paul and I are in the "cholesterol" years of our lives, we often choose to eat oatmeal.  When we first arrived in China, we went to our little local market and bought this.

I think they forgot to add "and the infirm."  This was not the whole grain kind of complex carbohydrate we were looking for!  No, this was a soupy, porridge like oatmeal, meant for people without a full set of teeth.

So off we went to Metro, a foreign grocery store where we can buy the kind of oatmeal that we want.  It comes from Australia and is just what we want in the morning before a cold bike ride in the ice and snow!