I love this time of year: the kids are back at school, there’s a noticeable nip in the morning air and it’s time to get the porridge out again. Call me old-fashioned [chorus: ‘you’re old-fashioned’] but there’s something comforting about a good hot bowl of porridge in the morning. Even now, at a certain age, I love watching the steam rise and curl from the bowl…
That’s not the only ritual I associate with porridge: I know it’s possible to get microwave versions these days – little snack pots to zap for 30 seconds and then eat on the go – but it just doesn’t feel right. Proper porridge has to be cooked on the hob; warmed and stirred with a wooden spoon until it thickens into smooth, creamy folds that stick to the pan and spoon, and cling to your insides giving off a satisfying glow that lasts for hours.
So, imagine the chill of fear when you carefully place the pan on the hob, turn the knob and nothing happens… You check: you’ve got the right ring. You twiddle the knob then try all the others – just in case. You flick the mains switch up and down a few times with rising panic. And finally you slump despondently deeper into your dressing gown and stare down at the ghostly grey oats floating in your pan of cold water/milk.
All of which sounds to me like another chilling visitation from the Hob Goblin. So who ya gonna call?
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