In 2013, I studied abroad in Scotland. And as one who studies abroad often does, I sought to experience a lot of the culture through food exploration. So, when I was there, I purchased a sleeve of Oatcakes from the store. I’m not sure what compelled me to buy them, besides their Scottish heritage and label. But I kept them in my room and ate them with a big jar of Jif peanut butter that Justin had mailed me for Valentine’s Day. Or with Nutella. Or alone.
They didn’t taste like much, and they were a good snack for when I was binge watching New Girl and couldn’t muster myself out of my bed. Since then, I realized I had been missing their flavorlessness, and thought I needed them in my life. We’ve been planning another trip there, and I’ve found myself nostalgic about them. So I set out to make them.
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