Blueberry Baked Oatmeal

May Day and the flowers are rioting across Portland. I do not know the names of all of them — I am a food person, not a flower person — but the colors are absurd: purple, pink, white, yellow, every shade of everything, tumbling over fences and spilling from window boxes and generally making the city look like it is attending a party it did not RSVP for. I love it. I love the excess. My Japanese side appreciates restraint. My Portland side appreciates chaos. May is the month where chaos wins.

I made Mother's Day plans early this year — because last year I waited and Brian forgot until the day before and we had an argument that was not about Mother's Day but was about everything Mother's Day represents, which is the question of whether I am seen, whether my labor is noticed, whether the daily invisible work of mothering registers in the consciousness of the man who benefits from it. This year I told Brian exactly what I want: a morning alone. Three hours. Miso soup. Writing. Silence. He nodded. I believe he will remember. I am choosing to believe.

I made ochazuke this week — the simplest Japanese comfort food, rice with green tea poured over it, topped with pickled plum, nori, wasabi, and sesame seeds. It takes two minutes to make and it is the food equivalent of a sigh of relief. When I am tired, when the anxiety is loud, when the day has been long and the baby has been loud and the husband has been absent, I make ochazuke. It asks nothing of me. It gives me everything. The warm rice, the fragrant tea, the salty plum — it is a hug in a bowl, a three-ingredient meditation.

Miya is thirteen months old and she has discovered the word "no." She uses it for everything: no to food she likes, no to food she does not like, no to getting dressed, no to getting undressed, no to the stroller, no to leaving the stroller. "No" is her first philosophical position and she holds it with the conviction of a tiny Nakamura who has inherited the family stubbornness without any of the family restraint. She is magnificent and maddening and I would not change a single thing about her, except possibly the volume of her "no," which could power a small city.

I wrote about ochazuke for the blog — about the beauty of less, about the Japanese aesthetic of simplicity, about the way a bowl of rice and tea can be the most sophisticated meal you eat all week if you approach it with attention. The post was short. The meal is short. Sometimes the shortest things say the most.

Ochazuke reminded me this week that the most restorative meals ask the least of you — and I have been carrying that lesson into everything I cook. If I get my three hours on Mother’s Day morning, I want something waiting in the oven when Brian and Miya wake up: something warm, something generous, something that requires exactly zero negotiation with a one-year-old who has opinions. This blueberry baked oatmeal is that thing — the Portland chaos of peak-May berries meeting the Japanese instinct for a bowl that just holds you.

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 40 minutes | Total Time: 50 minutes | Servings: 6

Ingredients

3 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
1/3 cup maple syrup or honey
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon fine sea salt
2 cups fresh or frozen blueberries, divided
2 cups whole milk (or unsweetened oat milk)
2 large eggs
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and slightly cooled
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans (optional)

Instructions

Preheat the oven. Heat your oven to 375°F (190°C). Lightly grease an 8x8 or 9x9-inch baking dish with butter or nonstick spray.
Mix the dry ingredients. In a large bowl, stir together the oats, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt until evenly combined.
Whisk the wet ingredients. In a separate bowl or large measuring cup, whisk together the milk, eggs, melted butter, maple syrup, and vanilla extract until smooth.
Layer the baking dish. Spread half the blueberries in an even layer across the bottom of the prepared baking dish. Pour the dry oat mixture over the blueberries and spread evenly.
Add the custard. Slowly pour the wet mixture over the oats, gently pressing the oats down so they absorb the liquid evenly. Scatter the remaining blueberries and the nuts (if using) across the top.
Bake. Bake uncovered for 38 to 42 minutes, until the top is lightly golden and the center is set when you gently shake the dish. A toothpick inserted in the center should come out mostly clean.
Rest and serve. Let the baked oatmeal rest for 5 minutes before scooping into bowls. Serve warm with a drizzle of maple syrup and a splash of cold milk or a spoonful of yogurt.

Nutrition (per serving)

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