I’ll bet you didn’t think I was going to post today about porridge.
Surprised you! Yes, with sales of the lumpy warm stuff surpassing $130 million in Britain, you know the Brits
love their damn porridge. And so in
this piece a dutiful correspondent goes about from Amsterdam to Zagreb finding whether the world loves porridge as
much he does.
The short answer: no. And personally, I hate porridge. I hate it too hot, too cold and just right. I dislike
porridge as much as I dislike mushy peas. And don’t get me started on the stuff the Brits call
pudding. Bill Cosby won’t be
hawking this stuff.
(Sidenote: do you know how fricken hard it was to find a bowl of porridge on the Web?)