Porridge and the urban lifestyle don't mix well.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The food that's never let me down in life is porridge, especially with milk and maple syrup, which is delicious. Paris isn't a porridge place, but I can buy it in London when I'm there and bring it back with me.
I feel good when I stir something with a spurtle, but I don't make porridge very much in London.
People complain that cities don't have fresh, sustainable food, but it's just not true.
I've been hyper-conscious about staying away from rubbish. I don't eat white bread, white rice or cereal unless it's porridge.
Oh, youth is a wicked, cruel thing - eating miracles with its breakfast and not knowing they are not porridge.
I don't follow the food trends.
Just as London is not one endless afternoon tea, L.A. isn't all super-fit, health food-crazy freaks.
The poor are discussed as this homogeneous mash, like porridge. The idea that they might be individuals, and be where they are for very different, diverse reasons, again seems to escape some people.
I always have coffee and porridge for breakfast.
I live a healthy lifestyle and I crave healthy food. I love porridge - I have bizarre cravings for it. I love it with brown sugar and bananas, and I'm a huge fan of cinnamon - I put cinnamon on everything. I also have a sweet tooth and I don't like to deprive myself. I think everything in moderation is the key.