Throughout my childhood our family usually had oatmeal mush for breakfast even though on special occasions we had pancakes or waffles and quite often we had bacon and eggs, as well.
This story happened when I was in the middle grades of elementary school and probably during the summer months. One morning all of the kids decided we weren't going to eat our oatmeal mush. I don't recall if we had anything else to eat such as toast or fruit, but we definitely would not eat the oatmeal. At lunch time our mother served us the same bowls of oatmeal that we had refused to eat for breakfast. We still refused to eat any of it.
That night for supper our mother served us a delicious meal. We must have really enjoyed it since we were probably very hungry by this time. After the meal, our mother served a delicious dessert...some sort of baked pudding with raisins and cinnamon. We all ate it and even complemented our mother on how good it was. She laughed right out loud and told us that it was the same oatmeal that we had refused to eat at breakfast and lunch.
Mark one up for our mother. I do not recall that we ever tried this again.
