Rain, More Rain, and Porridge
Gales, gale force winds, pouring rain that pours sideways. A typical Tasmanian spring school holiday week. We woke up this morning to find our side fence had collapsed.....
..on top of the broad beans. And my lovely tub of garlic....
The children are well pleased about the demise of the broad beans. I am thinking the garlic will survive, only slightly bent.
We are trapped inside, but luckily I had the forethought to invite lots of children over during these last few days, so their parents have had to brave the elements to drop them off, and I just have to make pizza. I like making pizza, especially when a little curly-haired moppet popped her head up over the kitchen bench, and said in awed tones, 'Are you really making the DOUGH as well? That's AMAZING.' I like being amazing.
I decided, in my quest for health and wholesomeness, that maybe I could find something a little more 'whole food-y' than vegemite toast for breakfast, so tried soaking oats to make 'proper' porridge. Usually I make quick oats porridge in the microwave for Posy, because she is the only one who eats it. But last night I soaked the oats, for health, and cooked it with salt this morning, served it with milk, natural yoghurt, a sprinkle of cinnamon and a swirl of honey.
It still tasted like gloppity glop (thankyou Dr Seuss).
At least Posy liked it.