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Er… possibly enough to get us arrested..

February 19, 2008
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On Sunday – my favourite breakfast has to be porridge.

It just ticks all my boxes on a Sunday. Particularly in winter.

It’s warming, filling, comforty, sticky and yummy.

I like porridge sprinkled with sugar. Preferably dark brown sugar like Muscavado.

It melts quickly and creates a really treaty syrup over the top but isn’t overly sweet like caster sugar.

BN likes milk and a bit of sugar on his. I’m not a fan of the milk thing on porridge I have to be honest. I like the stickiness.

Anyway – Sunday morning, we had porridge. The girls had already had breakfast as I’d been up for a while while BN had a lie in.

The thing with porridge is that when it settles in the bowl it starts to crack over the top and the sugar melts and oozes into all the little crackles and creates yummy, sticky, syrupy yumminess all over the top.

‘What’s that?’ Rowan said, standing on tiptoes, peering & peeking over the edge at BN’s porridge.

‘It’s just cracks where the porridge has settled and cooled a bit, that’s all….’

‘Are you going to have all your crack Daddy?’

😯

‘er… yeah…. you can’t really say that, Rowan…’

‘Why not?!’

‘Er…. yeah… Can’t really explain… but you… but just don’t say that in front of anyone else, ok?’

😆

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. February 19, 2008 8:32 pm

    So we have the child cage, and now she’s enquiring about daddys crack habit…

  2. February 23, 2008 3:47 am

    She’s funny 🙂 !

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