I've found a new BF

No nasties in this little beauty, just oats, skimmed milk powder, raisins, cane sugar and cinnamon making it a delicious pot of grasshopper goodness. Liz had some when I visited her in London and it was the perfect, easy breakfast. Past experience with teenage kids has taught me to give anything that comes in a pot that you add water too, a very wide berth. The shelves of pot-noodles, pot-doodles, pot-poison-me with e-numbers has always been an aisle to avoid. The hallucinogenic, vivid packaging is a give-away as to what's inside.
My new BF, grasshopper porridge, is 'tastefully' packaged and makes you feel there's only something really good for you inside. These little porridge pots are made by a small company, in fact two sisters who used to pot up their own mix of oats because they couldn't find anything good and convenient to eat. One sister in Cornwall wanted something to eat after a chilly morning's sailing. The other sister in London wanted something hot to eat without frequenting a chain of shops whose name ends in 'bucks'. Three years on and they have a proper little company and it's what they both do full time.
And their little website is fun, featuring pics of their little pots on adventures all around the world. Must dash, I have to hop along to Waitrose to seek out these little pots of organic sunshine.