Yes, you read that title correctly. This morning, my Dad ran out of milk for his porridge (which we supply in small quantities so it doesn’t go bad….which it had….so we took it away but forgot to replace) and so he decided in typical Eric-like fashion to add whatever he had in his fridge that was white. Hence, mayo in the porridge.
Now you may think this is dementia…and it’s possible but also possibly not. My Dad has never really cared too much about what he puts in his mouth for lack of a better way of saying it. He’ll eat anything.
Not in his youth though. He was fussy fussy fussy. My mother had to be sure to tell him which dish was hers at potlucks so he could avoid all the other food and only eat that. yup.
But as he aged, his tastes (or sense of taste) changed. This is kinda like that whole dried fruit in his sandwich thang that he does and I’ve told you about. But mayo in porridge?
I do wonder if his time growing up with very little to eat and very little diversity in his diet meant that by now, he is just happy to eat. On the flip side, he claims he never gets hungry. And I’m thinking that I wouldn’t either if I knew I was putting mayonnaise in my porridge!
