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Would it be silly to admit that this breakfast porridge was inspired by a dish towel? I am afraid that I have to own up to such thing. If you quickly scroll to the second photo you will spot a dish towel featured in the picture.
Growing up, my great-grandmother had dish towels exactly like the one in the photo. She created one for each day of the week. I remember sliding a chair across the linoleum flour, ear-piercing squeals and all, just so I could pull up beside her to watch her creative-God-given talents at work.
She made them with paint pens and flour sacks. I was in awe, but then everything my great-grandmother did put me in the state of wonderment. When she passed I had put in a request for some of her towels but I never got them. For years when I would see similar towels at antique shows, I would instantly be transported back in time… longing to slide that chair up beside her just one last time.
Finally, and I am not sure why it took me so long… I bought myself a set of them at an antique show we went to. It’s funny how a dish towel can evoke such emotion. I consider myself mightily blessed to have had her in my life.
In honor of the reminiscing of my childhood here, I decided to use raspberries as the main fruit, feel free to mix it up. They too bring me found memories of my time spent at my great grandparents. I specifically remember back when I was, oooh about 11-12 years old, I was visiting my great grandparents and my little girlfriend, Bonita, and I would ride our bikes all through out the small town. We had a goal, a challenge, a mission as to who could ride the longest while staying on the tar lines that filled the cracks in the asphalt.
We were easily entertained, what can I say. This particular day I lost because I was mesmerized by a beautiful raspberry bush that was situated behind the local clinic. I peddled over near the bush, looked in all directions, and positioned myself on the ground behind it. I then proceeded to eat my fill of fresh raspberries. By the end of my summer stay, I had those bushes stripped clean. “I am sorry little clinic, it was me! I confess!” :) Ah, I love those childhood memories.
Ok, I have rambled on enough about my childhood days… the bottom line is that this porridge is not only easy to make, but filling, and will give you a good dose of nutrients. You can make it as needed or even make it up the night before so it is ready and waiting for you in the morning. I do hope you enjoy the simplicity of this recipe. Blessings, amie sue
yields 2 cups