Little Doubting Thomas Scene 138

The granules of imported Irish steel-cut oatmeal had expanded by boiling and steeping into a soft, fluffy-textured porridge with a strong nutty flavor. Thomas noticed that the taste of honey she had added to the oatmeal the day before was conspicuous by its absence. He didn’t even see the honey container on the table where it usually sat on the off-white lazy-susan that held the sugar, creamer, salt and pepper. The mashed banana his mother had added to the recipe gave it a very pleasant sweet-fruity savor that balanced the nutty taste perfectly and compensated for the lack of sweetness that the honey would have given his oatmeal. He swallowed a big spoonful only to find another had taken its place before he was ready.