Quotes About Porridge

Breakfast is a battle. I never feel like eating, but I have now found my way to porridge. I have it with full-fat milk and banana.

I don't understand people who travel purely gastronomically, who book a Michelin-starred restaurant three months in advance and suddenly find themselves in Copenhagen or Barcelona with a zeitgeist plate of snail porridge.

How long has it been since you've eaten? My faith is all the nourishment I need. Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

the decorators could have chosen a different color than gray. Sure, that was the hue of the decade, but with the layoffs and the one-foot-in-the-grave-other-on-a-banana-peel vibe, being surrounded by carpeting the color of asphalt, cubicles done in old porridge, and walls that matched a corpse left in the cold was only adding to the depression.

My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee, eating porridge and reading the paper at a local cafe.

they leave when it's over, exeunt, pursued by a bear with an empty porridge bowl. If

Nor can you get a meal anywhere in the South without being confronted with "grits"; a pale, lumpy, tasteless kind of porridge which the Southerner insists is a delicacy but which I believe they ingest as punishment for their sins.

I had one nanny who made me sit in front of a bowl of porridge for three or four days running when I refused to eat it. I remember being very unhappy about that.

In the morning, when my grandmother is in the kitchen, I will place enough of this powder into my sisters' and my porridge bowls. Mama and Dad will be sad, but it will be all right.

Breakfast is just a bit of porridge, nothing that will upset the stomach.

Skimmed milk was what they used to give to prisoners and workhouse inmates to go with their porridge and gruel. It's a punishment, not a drink.

Porridge, for me, has always been of the Scottish variety: salted, and for breakfast. The idea of claggy oatmeal mixed with hollandaise and a runny poached egg is almost nauseating.

Such a careful chef would never have caused this disaster. And no one who makes such tasty porridge could be responsible for this disarray, she announced. Whatever-after did you add to it? Just a pinch of cinnamon, some of my favorite spices, and a little bit of cream. Rosabella was happy to share her cooking tips. Momma Bear continued to smile, but when she thought Rosabella wasn't looking, she added some more honey. Rosabella laughed to herself. Momma Bear must have a sweet tooth.

He started every entry with I got up . It meant, I hate this school. When he wrote I do not like porridge , that was actually true, but porridge was his code-word for Simon Silverson. Simon was porridge at breakfast, potatoes at lunch, and bread at tea. All the other other he hated had code-words too. Dan Smith was cornflakes, cabbage, and butter. Theresa was milk.

Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

When we were children the food in the nursery was quite poisonously disgusting. None of the fruit juice and vitamins of today for us – oranges only at Christmastime and porridge every morning, variable porridge slung together by the kitchen maid, followed by white bread and butter and Golden Syrup. Boiled eggs were for Sundays and sausages for birthdays.