I was woken up this morning by my mother who asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I told her porridge, otherwise she would end up putting in a lot of effort to make me breakfast. She asked if I wanted cinnamon and apples in it? I said yes. Three minutes later she told me breakfast was ready. I went to the kitchen to find a saucepan with the most colourful porridge ever with cinnamon, apples, dried apricots and pistachios. I added honey and ate up the entire contents of the saucepan. It was delicious. Turns out my mother did not even add any sugar in it.