How To Eat Oatmeal or other icky stuff

I was a picky eater as a child. Particularly because my mom was not a creative cook due to the fact that my father was not a creative eater. The same things were served over and over again. I could not eat school lunches because the food was completely foreign to me. We did not eat at other peoples homes very often but when we did I remember remaining hungry for the duration of the visit. My grandmother broadened my food horizons in two ways. One summer she helped me to find a salad dressing that I would like. My mother did not serve salad but my grandmother did and when I explained that I did not like her dressing or for that matter salad she started buying different dressings. It was not long before I found one that I liked. Western. My preference now is Dorothy lynch and I love to eat salad. However, liking salad at my grandmothers did not translate into having the salad or the dressing available to eat at home. The other food my grandmother taught me to eat was oatmeal. During one visit she convinced me to eat it. I thought it was awful. Then she added a single scoop of ice cream to the top. To this day I love oatmeal and to the amusement of restaurant staff will even order it with a scoop of ice cream in a restaurant. A spoonful of sugar really does help the medicine to go down.