Ninja doesn’t believe in seasonal foods. He doesn’t really believe in seasonal anything. Sometimes I tell him that I can’t serve a particular dish or wear a particular colour because it is too wintry or too summery and he looks at me with a confused expression on his face. Perhaps it is a consequence of growing up in Israel where there are no clear seasons apart from hot, very hot, disgustingly boiling, and cold, with brief flirtations in between which one might call spring or autumn.
Oatmeal, however, is decidedly wintry. No one wakes up on a hot summer’s day and makes themselves a steaming bowl of oatmeal (or what we English call porridge), do they? So in my head, oatmeal cookies retain that same association and are very fitting for a blustery, stormy, or even a sunny winter’s day. Today the skies are depressingly, determinedly grey – quite unusual for Israel – and I have comforted myself by munching on oatmeal cookies and sipping mug after mug of fruit tea. (more…)