I’ve recently discovered something new. For lots of you out there it won’t be new at all but for me it’s a discovery that has taken me by surprise. I like porridge. Not just, “yeah, it’s alright” but “hmm, running low on porridge, better get some shopping in”.
Now obviously, this hardly sounds like momentous stuff but for me it breaks a lifelong mistrust of that innocent little cereal. When I was little, I was a fussy eater, mainly I think, because my mum didn’t buy anything she didn’t know. Mums always get the slack don’t they, but to be fair, I don’t think I’m doing her a disservice on this point. She really didn’t trust a lot of very regular foods. I had moved away from home before I discovered such exotic foodstuffs as; spaghetti, yoghurt, mushrooms and meatballs. Mussels remain an absolute anathema to her. She had very specific reasons for not liking these foods: Spaghetti and mushrooms had, she imagined, the consistency of worms (her biggest fear btw), and yoghurt – well it was just gone off milk wasn’t it? (??) I think it was a case of one fussy eater (mum) passing her habits on to create another fussy eater (me). I was the reluctant boy who was pestered by the very persistent Sam I am, and like that unnamed hero of adventurous eating (he deserves respect for attempting green eggs I think), I learned my lesson.
When I first met Mr London, he was a little bit bemused by my limited range of foods, quite understandably and, sensing he was probably right, I started to question my assumptions. I quickly realised that I had been wrong and that lots of foods were wonderful if you could only give them a chance, but with porridge I resisted for quite a bit longer. (Let’s face it; I’m at an age where people have started to say “at your age” so, you see, it was a real long-term resistance.)
I had this idea that porridge was just too plain and bland, and tasting one or two little mouthfuls I felt wholly justified. Then one day, instead of just making it for the rest of the family I made enough porridge for a bowl for me. I don’t know why really, maybe, as I stirred that pot of gloop something in me just kind of broke (stirring porridge can put you into that highly suggestive state that facilitates hypnosis). I ate the bowlful and thought, “that wasn’t too bad”. I did the same again for a few mornings and slowly I began to get a taste for it. It crept up on me like some kind of porridge vaccination and by the end of the week I was a convert.
Porridge, I can now say with certainty, is yummy. Porridge is good. I would eat it on a train and I would eat it on a plane – it’s Dr Seuss good. Know what I mean?
5 reasons why porridge is a super food.
1. Porridge releases energy slowly and can keep you going longer.
2. Porridge aids digestion and is gentle on touchy stomachs (apparently).
3. Porridge is ideal for slimmers; being high in fibre, low in calories and filling!
4. The soluble fibre in porridge oats helps reduce blood cholesterol.
5. Porridge helps the brain to produce Serotonin, which helps keep our spirits up and our appetites down (see point 3).
Please tell me I wasn’t the only fussy eater! Do you have any eating challenges for me? Write me a line and let me know! Remember, I’m not Bear Grylls and won’t be eating raw zebra any time soon.
Till we meet again x