OK, this post is kind of silly, but profound . . .Growing up as a child I HATED oatmeal. It seems like we only had it when Mom had run out of eggs and had no desire to make anything else for our breakfast that didn't use them. I tried to cover it with jam, but that didn't work too well.
So fast forward 20 years (plus or minus), and I find myself eating breakfast regularly again in Ireland. At first it was scone break, and I had tons of those; but cannot live on scones alone. So after dissing the oatmeal, I tried it.
You know, it's not so bad. I had it with some granola and raisins, and then I ventured out with this cooked fruit thing the Irish do - and I'm kind of addicted now. It's actually relatively high in protein, and it stays with you for a long time - probably because it has gelled in my upper intestines - regardless . . .
The key is timing - if you go for porridge at 9:15 when the cafeteria first opens, it's too runny. If you go at 9:45, it's too thick and you may even run the risk of them not having it - so 9:30 is kind of the sweet spot. And yes, my new nickname at work is Goldilocks.
Now I know why the Irish got pissed, when we tried to work through scone break.
