Homage to Oatmeal

I would never have predicted it, but I miss oatmeal... a lot. In Turkey, I have found perfectly acceptable muesli, but not just plain oatmeal. When I was in Michigan for Grandma Reed's funeral, I had delicious oatmeal--twice--which only fed into my obsession with the humble oats. Yesterday, at the market on campus, I found two possibilities. I recognized the word for oats (yulaf) but I didn't know the second words. I had to choose between yulaf kepeği and yulaf ezmesi. I don't have a smartphone, so I couldn't just look it up. I tried to choose by reading the recipes on the packages; one had what seemed to be muffins and the other had a pankek recipe. Needless to say, I chose the wrong one. I now have a bag of oatbran (yulaf kepeği). Well, with enough honey, nuts, and dried fruit, oatbran makes a fine hot mush. So, I think I'll go back and get the other kind too. (According to the dictionary, yulaf ezmesi should be oatmeal.) I can make pancakes with the oatbran later, I guess.