Saturday, October 11

Cooking for J, part II





J couldn't wait until his porrige was cooled down. This meal is just his favorite and for me, semolina porridge equals happy child. I remember my mum standing in the kitchen, whisking with a wire whisk just like me today. As a kindergarten kid, I always enjoyed my semolina porridge in a soup plate sprinkled with a little Benco. I think, my mum added some sugar, too, and I loved it when she forgot to stir the porridge and it went lumpy. The best part of eating my porridge was the first spoon cracking the skin on the surface. Today, I'm impatiently waiting for J's leftovers, but there are hardly any.


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