The Art of Breakfast
I’ve been learning how to make real porridge in the microwave. After a quick tutorial from my wife I am now venturing into the world of porridge for breakfast. Not the microwave sludge that passes itself off as a vaguely fake breakfast but the real McCoy, well actually Tesco’s own brand oats. Judging by eye, not great when you can’t see very well but hey ho, nothing ventured nothing gained, I pour in oats then water into a bowl. Microwave for 2 minutes. Take out, look sadly at the wrong amounts, stir furiously, add more water, ever hopeful, reinsert into microwave for ninety seconds and serve. Yesterday I was in danger of starving to death with my two spoonfuls. This morning I made enough for two. Lumpy but edible. When I saw the beloved using her spoon like a knife to cut through hers my heart fell but it turns out she was cutting up some added fruit, I sighed with relief. So weeks of this lie ahead thanks to my Dr and some horrid medication. I will succeed! Plain old porridge, ...