It started with the disappearance of Oatmeal her cat, saying "for me Oatmeal is a prison" Looking outside for Oatmeal Nadia is struck by an automobile and finds herself trapped in her own metaphorical prison. Like Oatmeal: she is lost trapped but yearning to be free.
IKR?
I watched a Shark Tank episode a few days ago in which a woman ran a tiny boutique oatmeal restaurant that offered oatmeal with various savory toppings that spanned from ordinary bacon and eggs, ham and scallions, various sauces, risotto, a range of fruits and vegetables, mushrooms, to caviar and black truffles.
I thought, bleh.
She passed out samples to the sharks.
All the sharks loved it.
Two of the sharks, both female, made reasonable offers under two different business models. One to expand the boutiques to new locations and the other to expand the form of presentation beyond tiny diners, like food carts set up inside businesses.
I think she chose the one that expanded the number of tiny restaurants, sticking with what she knows instead of branching into the unknown. But I'm not sure about that.
YouTube [savory oatmeal]. YouTube is bit less imaginative than the woman on the Shark Tank.
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