When Bloody Ern and I would return late on a Sunday evening from a fishing trip of two days or two weeks, he'd whip up porridge for dinner with lettuce and sugar for dessert. Ern would have a beer or five and he'd even let me have a cold Milo in a crystal tumbler. Those were heady days, my friend. Crazy times, if you see what I'm saying.
Tonight I don't feel like porridge, or Milo, but I've decided to institute my own Sunday night ritual: a glass of wine and a bowl of All Bran. If that isn't sending your body mixed messages, then I don't know what is.
3 comments:
My mother used to make that, with iceburg lettuce.
At least you are not mixing the glass of wine with the All Bran, although ...
Susan - the iceberg lettuce is ESSENTIAL. Accept no substitute!
Carol - I did think about it. But I decided the dairy would tip the scales in favour of "healthful meal".
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