Muesli makes breakfast to swoon for
The vistas were great, all sky and cloud and endless horizon. And the sea was a tapestry of colors I’d never even seen before, dancing between turquoise and teal, aqua and dusky blue. I could gaze at it for days.
Plus, there were the lush, mountainous islands of the eastern Caribbean, the fulfillment of all my Jim Hawkins dreams, and the seashells.
But when I went on a Christmas cruise with my parents and brother several years ago, I mainly was interested in breakfast.
It’s a cruise cliché, I know, but this muesli! I swooned for it. It catapulted into the pantheon of Delicious Things I Ate One Time.
On every Holland America ship, only at breakfast, passengers are offered muesli among the many, many breakfast buffet items. Honestly, it doesn’t look that inspiring — a tub of oatmeal with fruit in it.
One bite, though, and I became absolutely insufferable to my family. I talked about it through the day. I pondered aloud its possible ingredients. Normally an early riser, I rose even earlier with one consuming thought: Muesli!
“Go back to sleep,” grumbled my grouchy brother, with whom I was sharing a cabin.
“Muesli!” I chirped.
I didn’t know what made it so delicious. It was amazingly creamy, just the right amount of sweet and filled with fresh fruit. I ate heaping bowls of it every morning.
Back home, I ate enough oatmeal to paralyze a draft horse in my quest to recreate the recipe. I got closer and closer, until I finally had what I thought was the recipe. And it is so good.
Of course, when I Googled the Holland America muesli several days ago, I found the recipe on its website.
Whatever. Mine’s better.