I like oatmeal. So does Rob. I know how to cook it. So does Rob. I always make steel cut oatmeal. Rob pulls a Houdini and I end up busting my ass over a hot stove for 45 minutes while those little oaty bastards make up there mind about how quick they're gonna finish cooking.
Now that I have picked a fight with oatmeal and checked off my list another inanimate object with which to yell at, I'll show you a short cut.