Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Oaten-hash with 3% Milk

The shamble leg man poured scalding hot milk on top of his morning Red River cereal, seeds and oats cumbering to the top, a velum scum of raisins and busted up almonds rigging to the heave and wail. He spooned a measured portion of golden brown sugar onto the cumbered boil, the oats and busted up almonds forming a sticky paste that crisped and bunged round the lip of the bowl. ‘My goodness, goodness me’ he exclaimed, ‘what a potage mess I’ve made’. When he was a boy his mama made him boiled oats for breakfast, a ritual he carried well into adulthood. She layered the boiled oats with toast-fingers, spooning heaps of golden brown sugar onto the top then covering the oaten-hash with 3% milk.

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