A big bowl of porridge.
2 coffee mugs full of oats,
several big slices of butter, melted in as it cooks
a handful of demerara light brown sugar
mound of salt, not exactly precise, just pour what looks satisfying into the palm of my hand and toss it in.
2 mugs full of milk.
Simmered until nice and thick, and steaming hot, so when I pour the topping on, really dark, soft, moist almost black molasses type sugar, it melts all over the top and round the sides. Not measured exactly, just fistful after fistful until it looks right.
Then munch munch munch. Can of coke to wash it down with. Diet...gah...buggrit though, there was a 30 can multipack going for a few quid in the local corner shop so diet or real, I got it anyway.
And frustratedly searching for my cigars. Going to watch the horror movie on the box as I munch, rail 20mg more oxy so it doesn't hurt like a bitch if I roll over on the sofa at night as I sleep.
Looked all over, couldn't find the fuckers....until I went to find my lighter or a box of matches....and realized they were in my fucking pocket all the time