To be perfectly honest, during the week, for me breakfast tends to be the meal of the day I make the least effort for. In fairness I still end up pulling something out the bag and this is purely down to the one and only line my mom successfully drilled into me as a kid, that "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day". So despite my bleary eyes, porridge still manages to be religiously shoved on the stove in what can only be described as some sort of fuzzy headed catatonic state, before the day starts. Or if I have a little more time, scrambled eggs, on toast is the first call of the day.