Masterchef gives me the creeps

Eating porridge with my daughter this morning (me brown sugar; her honey) I was telling her about Ready Brek, and the boy in the advert going to school surrounded by a warm glow. She shushed me: they were talking about porridge on the radio! In fact they were talking about a successor to Ready Brek called Porridge Pot. Someone said it was more like a pudding than a breakfast cereal, and was one of the processed foods adding to the obesity crisis.

Then a foodie guru came on and told us about the pleasures of real porridge. Obviously I was the choir for her preaching. Or was I? When the presenter asked her how it was eaten in her house, her answer dismayed me profoundly. A dash of salt, she said, and a spoon of tahini, and a pinch of cinnamon, and maybe date molasses, and chopped banana.