Baking with Oats: A Love Story

<<>> <font color="#ffffff" Flour dust clouds, the kitchen air.</font> <<Flour dust clouds, the kitchen air.

Oats in a jar like they've always been there. Cinnamon whispers from a shaker's hand.

Butter melts slow. It understands. A pinch of this, a toss of

that. The mixing bowl is where the magic's at. Baking with oats.

Yeah, it's love in disguise. Golden brown dreams under urban sky.

Sugar and spice. They know the notes, but the heart of the song

is baking with oats. The timer hums like a distant bell.

Dough's got secrets it'll never tell. A dash of vanilla, a stir,