Everyone has their own way of welcoming in the new year. Growing up, we always stayed in, the evening spent playing games. My father would do a few numbers on the piano and sometimes we’d go over to sing along with him. Bananas Foster was (and still is) a New Year’s tradition. As we approached the stroke of midnight, he’d slice up bananas and place them in a pan with sizzling butter and brown sugar. I’d turn off the lights just as he struck the match and we’d stand there for a few moments in silence, marveling at the beauty of the flame sputtering across the pan. Bowls were distributed by the TV just as the countdown began and by the time the ball had dropped, we were licking our spoons clean.
I see this oatmeal as the perfect New Year’s Day breakfast. It’s sweet and decadent, and just the way we should start things off.
Wishing everyone a happy new year. See you again in 2016!