Golden Raisin Buckwheat Breakfast Porridge
- 1 cup dry buckwheat groats, soaked in water overnight
- 1/2 cup non dairy milk
- 2 tablespoons maple syrup
- 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
- pinch of salt
- 1/4 cup golden raisins + extra to sprinkle on top
- 1/2 granny smith apple, cut into matchsticks
- drizzle of honey optional
- drizzle of nut butter optional
If serving hot:
- 1/2 cup non dairy milk
- In a large bowl soak your buckwheat groats in water overnight. In the morning, drain and rinse your groats thoroughly.
- Once rinsed, add your buckwheat groats to a blender or food processor along with non dairy milk, maple syrup, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and salt. Blend until smooth.
- If eating cold (my favorite way), pour your porridge into a bowl, and mix in your golden raisins. Top with extra raisins, honey, nut butter, and a few extra buckwheat groats.
- If eating warm, pour your porridge into a pot and heat over medium low heat. Add in 1/2 cup non dairy milk and whisk CONSTANTLY until the porridge is warm. (If you don't stir it constantly, it will clump really fast.) Mix in your golden raisins. Top with extra raisins, honey, nut butter, and a few extra buckwheat groats.
- EAT UP.
I am not so good with change. As a kid, I cried for two weeks when my parents got a new couch. When I moved from LA to ATL I had like 3 going away parties, because I simply could not let go. Don’t even get me started on breakups! (Woof. Those are a whole saga of their own.) I just take a while to transition from what was to what is.
A few months ago, I had a talk with a recently married friend of mine. She was describing the strange sensation of being utterly in love with her husband, and also incredibly sad that there was now only one path ahead of her. She was describing something that I think exists in all of us. You see, I think with every major change in life we must grieve all the lives we could have lived, before we can accept the path ahead of us with a clear mind and an open heart. I think it’s a necessary means of existence.
Right now I am about to move out of my apartment in Atlanta, move my stuff into my sister’s house and travel around for 7 months. Yes, this is incredibly exciting. But it is also scary. And it is not many of the other paths I could have taken. It’s not staying in Atlanta and getting to see my sister every week. It’s not moving back to LA where I have a base of friends who love me. It’s not easy. It’s not safe. It will be wonderful, but I have to grieve first.
It may sound silly, but I know plenty of people who experience this feeling when they find out they are intolerant to a certain food. Maybe you’re lactose intolerant or celiac or allergic to nuts. Maybe it means that your favorite foods are now off the table. Grieve that. Seriously, let yourself cry or scream or curse. Change is not easy. And once you have done those things then you can start to move forward. Maybe you try some Golden Raisin Buckwheat Breakfast Porridge if you just went gluten-free. Or maybe you buy some cashew cheese if you’re dairy free. Whatever it is, just put one foot forward. You’ll find your new path.
Some of you are feeling this way because of the new president. It may not be one of the many paths you would have chosen. It may be a scary path. But before you dare adventure on it, allow yourself to grieve. Hold you loved ones close and cry. Cry until your eyes become clear and your resolution becomes strong. Then march forward.
Babies. Marriage. Relationships. Breakups. Moving. Death. Elections. Haircuts. Jobs. Injuries. Change is all around us. And even if it seems positive, it is okay to allow yourself to feel the opposite. It is okay to grieve. And if the change you are facing feels impossible – grieve until you can’t grieve anymore, and then pick yourself up. Nothing lasts forever, thankfully, especially emotions. So hold tight. New doors are going to open.
In the meantime, grab yourself a bowl of buckwheat breakfast porridge – it’s good comfort food – and sit with your coffee in the morning and let yourself feel. Feel it all. Even if it’s scary. Grieve all those other paths. And then wipe your tears notice how clear your vision is. The path ahead may be scary, but it is yours. And I promise that it will lead to other new, scary and wonderful paths. So we must march on.