Porridge w/ Maple Syrup

This morning's breakfast was brought to you by Café Sol at the corner of Clare Street (and Canada). I love porridge. In fact I love porridge more than eggs for breakfast, but porridge, can be divil to get right. This mornings porridge was lumpy and had a faint powdery texture to it. I was disappointed. It think porridge should have a nutty bite and not taste like flour. I was disappointed because I've had lunch in Café Sol and it's been a pleasure, plus the staff are nice. If you go there I recommend the crayfish and rocket sandwich.

I'm constantly struggling to understand how porridge, a food which as probably been around as long as agrarian society, can still be treated as badly in the kitchen as a tinker bride who's burned the sausages.

Porridge brings out the Scottish accent in me incidentally, especially salted porridge or whisky'd porridge (which brings out the morning drunk in me also).