Maybe not the entire world, but much of the world seems to relish oatmeal. I find it very palatable in cookies. As a stand-alone, however, oatmeal is not only distasteful to me, but a leader in depressing, mood-killing foods. It is wet, grey, and slippery, like I imagine a bowl of warm frog innards would be. Tarted up with sweeteners, dairy, and fruit, one can only ask why bother measuring and stirring? Why not just eat those peaches with yoghurt, those apples with cinnamon? I’d rather save myself washing the pan!