by Nate Rafn
When I was a child, my mother would make Peanut Butter Oatmeal for breakfast on "snow days" when the schools were closed. My siblings and I grew accustomed to eating this rich porridge only on days when it would snow. And because it doesn't snow very often in the Willamette Valley, Peanut Butter Oatmeal became a rare treat. To this day, I maintain this tradition in my household.



