Porridge thick and creamy, sometimes bumpy and hard, thick disgusting gruesome it taste like grayish lard! My mother cooks it always for breakfast lunch and dinner, surely eating this bowl of gloop should be made for every sinner!


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3 responses to “porridge

  1. I am a lover of porridge, but my parents weren’t the best makers of the stuff. Prefer honey with mine. Parents microwaved my porridge in water, not best way to have it.

  2. You have to love grayish lard. It tastes great with cinnamon and milk and anything you can find to blend out the gray. Fun rhyme.

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