Lol Gal, I have to admit to liking my porridge quite thick but not so much that I have to take a knife to it!!!
I mentioned earlier that a lot of people up at the cabins would make vast pots of porridge and just eat from it until it ran out. These were the hardier folk who lived there all year long and they really had went back to basics.
One of the residents lives in a cabin that was little more than a shanty and I remember him calling us in one day to show us something or other. Whilst standing there(I was afraid to sit because the cabin wasn't very clean) I looked up and saw a huge pot balanced on the beams near the ceiling. Catching me looking the man explained that was his pot of porridge and he'd just take some from it when hungry and heat it up in a smaller pot. He then asked if I was hungry and did I want some porridge. I politely refused and was so glad I had when he explained to me that his cabin had mice and they enjoyed running along the beams and eating some porridge.
I was almost physically sick on the spot-he really was a manky old man!