The sheer genius of overnight oats is that you do absolutely nothing in the morning — it's all done the night before while you're lounging about in your pyjamas. The oats drink up all that creamy yoghurt and milk overnight and turn into this luscious, pudding-like affair. I top mine with a truly obscene amount of berries and a drizzle of honey that catches the light like liquid gold. It's breakfast that feels like dessert, and honestly, on a Monday morning, that's exactly the kind of lie I'm happy to tell myself.