My favourite breakfast is porridge with dried fruit,honey and milk.
Funnily enough, I didn't like porridge as a child, and a poem
which resonated with me began:
'I don't like porridge
Skinny and brown
Waiting for me
When I come down'....
Can't remember the rest of it, but it was obviously written about
the sort of gruel made with water and cooked for hours rather
than today's porridge which is popped in the microwave and
cooks in minutes.