Breakfast of Champions!

Diane says that this was the slogan on Wheaties in the USA. Was it also on Scott's Porage Oats? My grandfather used to stock this in his grocer's shop; I remember the label of a kilted Scotsman in a vest*, putting the shot at some Highland Games or other, and that idiosyncratic spelling of porridge.

(*actually an athletic tank-top, but it looked just like what I wore under my school uniform shirt in November when I was about 12 years old. Warm body, but cold knees. The uniform at that age included shorts. Brrr.)

So why blog about porridge/porage/oatmeal?

Because a certain coffee-shop chain have started to sell it, about three years after some lads in Scotland had the same idea. And I blogged about it then, too.

This appeared in March 2006, and this was posted in January 2007. It looks from their website as if they've become a chain...

It's good stuff, porradge, especially with honey or brown sugar, maybe a blob of home-made jam or some fruit - and nowadays I wouldn't be averse to a wee huge dram stirred into it.

This last additive did not go into my breakfast at age 12, by the way, and even if it had, I don't think I'd have got the famous glowing force-field effect; visible energy emissions were © ReadyBrek. (Invisible ones were © Heinz Baked Beans, but let's not go there.) ;-)

And I bet my knees would still have been cold.