Porridge

Cold wintry weather always brings back the memory of my grandad standing over the old range making porridge for us all. The brown sugar and silver capped milk at the ready. So it has been wonderful the last couple of cold mornings standing with Grandad looking over my shoulder, as I have made porridge for Beth and myself. The wonderful porridge pool plopping away with Beth listening, a bemused look on her face. Although it is only me who has the brown sugar and milk, Beth still seems to have been enjoying her porridge (with stewed fruit) experience. I hope one day she remembers these cold mornings with her and I huddled lovingly over our porridge.