Ah… porridge – no food could sent me hurdling back to the past as quickly as this one! It reminds me of two things:
Home – well, the packaging hasn’t change very much since I was a child. I am partial to the one I grew up with of course because it has that comforting feeling that comes with the familiar. There was an advertisement on the television many years ago of kids getting ready for school. It looked like a frosty morning but in the background was the mother stirring a big steaming pot of porridge and all became well and good with the world (if only porridge could really do that!) Although I do agree that it does make you feel like that is true while you are eating it. You cook the porridge oats (it is also called oatmeal) in a mixture of water and milk on low heat on the stove-top for about 5 minutes. It has the knack of making you feel like your stomach has been fortified with goodness that will sustain you for the whole day long. I made it religiously for myself and my two younger sisters each school morning before we set off on our 4 mile bike-ride to school. Which brings me to my second memory of porridge:
My sister Miriam: she will kill me for this but porridge conjures up an image of her sitting at the table with her head down, hair hiding her face and not speaking a word to anyone (and no one daring to utter a word to her). What can I say; not a morning person! She hated that I made her eat this “gruel” each morning. It might have been because she got up late, sat in a coma for a while at the table, and, by the time she put a spoonful in her mouth it was cold and congealed?
Today I make it for my son and husband who love it (not every morning though). Same delicious brand from E. Flahavan & Sons in county Wexford.