A spurtle of activity

Until very recently, I was not a morning person. So much so that I couldn’t even entertain the thought of eating before midday. Consequently, breakfast played little part in my morning routines.

So, of all the things I thought would change in my life as I got older, the one I least expected was how much of a morning person I would become. I now happily bound out of bed before 7am – even at the weekends – and before I do anything else, I must have my bowl of porridge.

There’s something very calm and soothing about standing at the stove stirring a pot of creamy porridge. And the job is made all the more pleasurable by the fact that I have this lovely spurtle, given to me by my friend Lene.

When she gave it to me, I was still living in breakfast denial. So, although I looked at it and thought, “Oh yes, very pretty,” I really didn’t expect to ever use it.

Now, however, it is very much a kitchen essential for me. My Scottish father would be proud…

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