Gah.
It's that time of year again, isn't it. I always seem to catch a cold within days of it being semi-officially autumn, which is annoying, especially as this year has been no exception. What I really hate is the way that you never seem to be able to carry enough clean tissues with you, so that you're forced to sniff within an hour or two of leaving the house.
Having been Porridge-less all summer, I have rediscovered the benefits of eating something hot for breakfast. It's official. Porridge is great and to add joy to joy you can now buy wooden spoons that have corners (one corner only) which now means that the porridge doesn't stick to the side of the pan like it always used to. Of course this may not be the desired effect. Apparently there's this thing that the Scots make called Scurlie (my spelling - I doubt it's right), which is really thick porridge in pastry: essentially a porridge pasty. While this takes a small amount of getting used to, conceptually it's fantastic. Just imagine, being ill and horrid, forced to go into lectures but being able to take porridge in for lunch, because it was a pasty. Hot porridge in an easy carry pastry case.
Porridge is definitely the new rock and roll.
Matt