I was reading this interesting article over the weekend at the Guardian about why porridge is the new power breakfast. When I was a child, I was a voracious reader (well, I still am) who loved English novels, where porridge was always the holy grail of a starving orphan’s life. I used to wonder what the heck it was, never connecting it was the oatmeal I ate nearly every morning.
I didn’t know that there’s a porridge making contest every year, sort of an Iron Chef for oaties, in Carrbridge, Scotland. I’d love to see that. And taste … just as long as I can pass on any snail porridge on offer.
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I’ve not had porridge in about a year. Luckily, the weather is about right now. I’m on it!