Crying Over Porridge

 The other day Rob wanted me to try this oatmeal that he made for himself. He's on a bit of a health kick and he's trying to eat more protein, etc. Whenever he makes something that he knows I haven't tried he always wants me to try it. Even when I'm like, "No, no.. I'm good." He insists that I try it. "Please, oh please, please just try it!" I'm not sure why he enjoys getting me to try food that he likes, but he does.

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 So he whipped up some oatmeal and had me try it.. As soon as the mush touched my tongue it was like I was teleported (if that's even a thing..) to the past..
 Rudi was a body builder. He ate very healthy and he always ate the same breakfast; oatmeal (that we called porridge) with two soft boiled eggs.

I couldn't find his body building photos- so here's one of him chopping wood years after he was in competitive body building. (Still pretty big.)

 He was a thoughtful man and he would always offer to make a little extra porridge to leave out for me, in the morning. After awhile, I politely declined because who can seriously eat porridge every damn morning for over ten years!? But, there were times when I'd say yes. That oatmeal that Rob spooned into my mouth tasted exactly like Rudi's. It sounds silly but I haven't tasted his porridge for years.. It literally brought tears to my eyes. I was a bit embarrassed, crying over porridge, but that taste triggered instant memories and it brought me back to a time when I was innocent, when my daddy was just being thoughtful and making me some breakfast..
 The secret to this oatmeal was that Rob added honey to it.. and that's what Rudi always ate in his porridge. Honey, cinnamon, some milk and he always added raisins or craisins. (Minus the (c)raisins in mine of course!)
 Once I tasted it, cried and explained that I wasn't crazy.. Rob asked if I wanted another bite. My answer was yes. Who doesn't like tasting memories?