Trying to get B out the door for her east bay appointments, making steel cut oats the slow way, a bit too much milk so a touch more oats and done sooner than expected and thicker, cut with a bit of skim milk and tossed with berries, just too much food to eat too close to the time she has to go. She surrenders. Pun mind, inherited from dad, says:
I tried to feeded you… but I de-feeded you.