Oh, the Oats

Happy Thursday Friends!

I hope everyone is having a fantastic week. Me…Oh, I’m just now getting over being an incubus of viral plague. I have horrible, downright horrendous fall allergies, specifically ragweed. What I thought was just a  month-long sporadic allergy attack turned out to be bronchitis on the verge of pneumonia. Plus, I had an ear infection. Boy, let me tell you how irritating this is. Nonetheless, this is the first day I have felt good in a while, except for my possibly broke finger. Leave it to me…

Anywho…now while this only post #3 on Vicky D’s Delights, I have been a reader of many, many blogs for years now.  I like to read all kinds of blogs–fashion, social media, PR, Dallas centered, celebrity gossip if I’m really bored– but my faves are obviously FOOD blogs! 🙂  When I started reading them, I noticed by everyone was posting pics of oatmeal, something called overnight oats. I was clueless as to what it was, but everyone that I read ate it for breakfast.

Was it a requirement to post pics of oatmeal if you wanted to be food blogger? What’s up with the obsession with peanut butter? Did food blogging mean healthy living? These are questions I asked myself.

It was like people read my mind. Bloggers started writing how they felt somewhat pressured to habitually post their oatmeal pics. (To be honest, oatmeal isn’t the most photogenic food anyways, even with a dollop of peanut butter on top.) When they stopped posting those controversial cereals and realized they could mix up their breakfast, there was a sense of relief. There was freedom in their writing. Their food blog was about food they actually enjoyed and experiences they had. There were stories about real life, encounters, mistakes, BIG decision, heartbreak, happiness and other experiences everyone had. My stomach was full from the delicious recipes. My heart was touched and inspired by their victories and epiphanies. I was motivated to overcome a similar challenges.

Growing up as a kid, my dad cooked oatmeal nearly every Sunday for his breakfast that week. If he didn’t make it, my mom did. One by one, the four of us would eventually all end up in the kitchen getting ready for a busy week of school and work ahead. I used to laugh at my dad because his oatmeal always needed a tablespoon more of brown sugar. He’s never believed in over-seasoning his food. That’s my dad though. He’d just say, “It’s okay. I’ll eat my food my way. You eat your food your way. “I grew up eating oatmeal nearly every morning. It warmed by inside and carried me through the day, or at least until lunch.  Oatmeal has always made me remember home.

I saw this recipe from Food, Fitness & Fresh Air on Food Gawker for overnight oats. I paused and thought is this really what I WANT to make or am I just trying to get hits??  I chuckled to myself and thought Oh, what the heck, it’s only oatmeal! Grace’s recipe was awesome. I just really don’t like cold breakfast food when it’s chilly outside so I changed it just a little bit.  


  • 1 cup uncooked oats
  • 1 cup pumpkin puree
  • 1 cup soy or lactose free milk
  • 1/3 cup of brown sugar
  • 1 tsp of cinnamon
  • sprinkle of nutmeg
  • raisins (as many as you like)
  • a dollop of peanut butter (hehe!)

Combine all the ingredients except for the peanut butter in a bowl and place in fridge overnight. In the morning, add just a splash of milk and pop it in the microwave for about 3 minutes or until it’s nice and warm. Finish it with a HUGE tablespoon of peanut butter (chunky or creamy), walk to your desk or work space and wait for all your co-workers to peep their head in wondering what deliciousness you have made.

Not pretty, but so delicious!!

When I made this recipe at home, my roommates thought I was baking. They saw brown sugar and cinnamon. They know no better. I told them I was making breakfast. “All that for breakfast Vicky D. You are doing the most for your blog.” Silly girls.  It’s not even about the blog. I was just making breakfast. It would be easy to get wrapped up in some overnight oats and think this makes me a true “food blogger.” I don’t really care if it does or doesn’t.  To me, my dad is the first creator of overnight oats. He’s been doing it for 30 years.  He doesn’t have a blog and takes forever to photograph anything, but the lessons he’s taught me of doing it “my way” and staying true to myself should be shared. Making my own oatmeal is simply carrying on the tradition.

Plus, I really do honestly LOVE peanut butter. Oh, those oats….delicious and deep all at the same time.


P.S. If you need to add more brown sugar, it’s okay. You eat your food your way! 🙂

What kind of childhood habits/memories have you carried on in your adult life?


What’s in my blog’s name?

Greeting Friends!

Whoa! It’s been too long, far too long. I’m embarrassed. The funny part…I’ve been working on this post for 2 weeks, literally 2 weeks. I starting writing a different only to conclude I had too much to say, and it didn’t know quite where to start. Plus, it was a tad bit too serious and I wanted to save it for another day. So, I guess I could start with explaining my blog name—Vicky D’s Delights.

Well, my real name is actually Victoria. The D is my middle initial, short for Diana. I honestly never, ever went by anything besides Victoria and sometime Vic until I was in college. Then, I guess everyone got super lazy and decided to start calling me Vicky. It sorta stuck. I liked it, but it really didn’t really fit me. When I started my full-time job, I started signing my extremely informal e-mails “Vicky D.” Today, my roommates and dear friends all call me Vicky D. I like it. It’s playful, but the D adds a slight bit of aggression. Hehe! (I’m sure that was too long of an explanation of my name. I tried to warn you that I am wordy.)

Now, the delights. There are two-folded. It’s not just about things that make me happy and bring me joy. It’s finding the joy despite the circumstances.

Still, here are a few of the things that are quite delightful to me and that you will see mentioned on this blog over and over again.

First and foremost, I would say it is my ever assuring faith and trust in the Lord. He not only brings me joy. He keeps me sane. I have to constantly remember that my steps are ordered by Him. Don’t get me wrong, I sometimes question where my steps are headed, but then I remember that even when others leave, He will never forsake me. His joy is invaluable.

Secondly, my family is pretty darn AMAZING!!! I used to think that everyone said that about their family. So not true. I am highly blessed to have a loving and supportive family. My family is a burst of energy. I don’t even have the words to describe the utter gratefulness and appreciation I have to my parents. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them. They provided a sound and peaceful home of learning, guidance and love. I know at the end that I can always turn to them for anything.

The Williams

The Inner Circle of Trust

Thirdly…friends. Now, I have to be real with you. I don’t even have a lot of friends. Like every girl my age, I was bombarded by the ever popular show Sex & the City (and Girlfriends  for the African American females.) I longed to have a life of fabulous and friends like Carrie. That is a TV show and movie. Plus, Carrie Bradshaw had a spending problem and couldn’t even afford a home. Is that really what you want!? You’re delusional Vicky D. Let’s get real. What’s not delusional is having a support system of girls who are there for you through thick  & thin. I don’t have 3 friends who I do everything with persay, but I do have a few girls from each stage of life that I love to death. I know them from different stages of life: high school, college, post college and beyond! LOL They are each unique and very special to me. You’ll learn more about all of them later.

Then, there’s my little Cajun Cutie, Big J. He makes me happy. He listens to me when I complain It’s simple as that.

Snoogule Boogule

Last and most certainly not least, there’s the reason behind this blog—my passion in life–food & cooking. I think about it when I go to sleep. I think about it when I wake up. I think about it when I’m driving. It’s always on my mind. I would go as far to say that I was into cooking before food was even a trend, before Food Network really blew up, before all these food blogs even existed, before young people really thought food, cooking and eating to enjoy flavors was trendy. Not trying to be arrogant, I’m just stating facts. I am infatuated with food. The feeling however is not mutual….more on that later too.

My very first 3 layer cake

Are these the only things that light up my heart? Absolutely not. A good shoe sale at DSW pretty much makes my day as well, but overall, the above makes my heart s smile. Oh darnit, another long post. I have got to do better.

Ta Ta for Now!

~Vicky D