I probably should not let my secret out. Every time I do, I go back to the store and secret item is gone....but for you guys...

A few summers ago, DH and I spent three weeks in Scotland hiking. I am not much a one for blood sausage for breakfast, so I started eating the porridge.
Well let me tell you, I thought that I had eaten oatmeal. No way...this was a totally different beastie.
Everywhere we stayed, I grilled little old scottish women in aprons. From Edinburgh to Portree, and I could not fine to secret to this magical stuff.

Upon my return home, I tried every type of oat to try to recapture the magic, but no luck. Three years and hundreds of failed attempts later, I stumble across Bob's Redmill Scottish Oats.

Nirvana....I have found it. It is the real deal. The best porridge west of The Isle Of Skye.....

I eat it with some home cooked apple sauce and milk....

Incredible stuff.

Shhh....you can't tell anybody

Ruth