STODGE AND TOAST SWEAT!

Are you a breakfast person, or like me, an elevenses type.  I have always struggled with breakfast, even as a kid.  My sister and brother would devour cereals, which I found disgusting, probably as I hated milk.  My most horrific breakfast as a child,  entailed my Mum presenting us with bowls of warm milk  in which sat a poached egg.  We sat around the table, thinking Mum had gone bonkers. Warm milk went with cereals, eggs went on toast. Well, apparently, this was a dish she loved as a child and quite common in Scotland. When we refused to tuck in, she went to each bowl with a fork and popped the eggs.  I do believe this was the moment I found I couldn’t ever eat a runny egg again, and I never have.  

I did love porridge though, because the milk was absorbed by the oats and with a big spoon of golden syrup, what’s not to like.  It had to be stodgy though, the kind your spoon could stand up in and when I ate Ready Brek, it had to be the same consistency. 

This bowl is the same one I used to have my porridge in as a child.  I rescued it when Dad moved house and was getting rid of stuff and I always eat my porridge it in.  Am I boring you yet!  

It’s strange, but porridge was the only thing I had a real craving for when I was carrying my daughter and I had to have it every day.  I’ve suddenly developed a thing for it again, but not for that reason , well it better not be!  It’s not because it’s winter either and I can’t explain it, I’m a toast person when it comes to morning food.  That’s another thing I’m funny about…..toast sweat, the steam that you get on a plate when hot toast is put on it…..revolting.  I have a toast rack somewhere, but resort to propping two slices up against each other until it’s stopped ‘sweating’, well there’s no other way to describe it!  Yes, I guess I’m just weird!

Anyway, enough of my twoddle, I’ve finished the Candy Cowl and I’m completely bobbled out by the edging!  

I want  to drop this  to my sister tomorrow, together with, fingers crossed, a nice pair of earrings that replicate the pair she wore to London last weekend.  This was another  annoying thing that happened on the trip. She hadn’t had them very long and thinks one of them got caught  in her scarf at some stage and that was that. She said it didn't matter, but I think it did.