When was the last time you ate fried porridge? For me it was Monday morning.
Before that it was 1965.
My Mama always called our bowls of cooked cereal mush. After feeding six hungry little snappers for breakfast, she often spooned the leftovers into a loaf pan. The next morning, after it had congealed in the refrigerator overnight, she sliced it, fried it and served it with maple syrup.
I made mine with rolled oats, ground flaxseed, chopped pecans, salt, brown sugar and milk. My fried patties were too fine to call mush so a christened them porridge cutlets.