I feel like this is starting to become a breakfast blog. Not that that would be a bad thing. I love breakfast. Breakfast is sometimes my favourite part of the day. When I finish my smoothie, oatmeal, or egg and toast, I feel a sense of loss. My sacred moment of morning indulgence has ended, meaning that I must pack my things and head to the library, or the bank, or class. Real life begins at the end of breakfast...and sometimes, I wish I could just stay stuck in my little breakfast bubble. Forever.
But unfortunately, that's not going to happen. Even while sitting at my kitchen table in the morning, enjoying the first meal of the day, I can hear the kids at the daycare next to the apartment, screaming. Screaming endlessly.
Now, I still remember a lot of my childhood - I was obsessed with ponies and I was insane and sometimes I kicked people - but I do not remember screaming non-stop for hours with other children. Maybe because I didn't last that long in daycare, which I despised vehemently, particularly the nap portion of the day when the nap nazis forced you to lie in a dark room on a little mat and be silent and still for half an hour - even if you weren't sleepy or couldn't sleep - while the special needs girl got to play with blocks, right next to you. They could have played with her in another room, but no. They had to play with her, right in front of us, enhancing their motor skills and having a perfectly good time while the rest of us had to lie still on these uncomfortable gym mats on a linoleum floor.
During one of those horrid nap sessions, I made a timid protest against these naps - I lifted up my head and asked, "Can I play too?" and the daycare worker hissed at me, "Go to sleep." Fascist.
Needless to say, I was eventually freed from this prison of enforced naps and craft sessions - they are only so many things you can do with Cheerios. But I do not recall that we ever ran around the yard, screaming incessantly. Not like these kids. They're like a bunch of banshees - running around with their mouths open, deafening everyone within a 500 metre radius.
So even as I sit and enjoy my breakfast, I cannot escape this reminder that life goes on - the next generation, right next door to me, is screaming out for all the world to hear. "Here we come. We are so loud."
And so I eat my breakfast, and listen to the crazy world outside.
This porridge is thick and filling - the kind that "sticks to your ribs," just the way I like it.
1/3 cup Ground Millet
1 1/3 cups Milk (I used soy & coconut)
1 Banana (frozen is fine)
1 Apple, cored and cut into chunks
1/2 tsp Cinnamon
Pinch of Salt
1. Grind millet in a blender or spice grinder until it reaches a flour-like consistency. I did a large batch in my blender to have on hand.
2. Whisk together ground millet, salt and cinnamon together in a pot and set aside.
3. Blend milk, banana, and apple in a blender until smooth. Whisk into the millet mixture.
4. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat, stirring frequently, then reduce heat to low and continue to simmer, still stirring, until the porridge is thick and the millet cooked, 10 - 15 minutes.
5. Serve immediately, with an extra splash of milk, drizzle of honey or maple syrup, and even some added fresh fruit, like blueberries - it's up to you!