going off slightly on this – the one culinary thing guaranteed to make me groan is when my daughter decides she’s going to make porridge. Don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted she’s having a hearty breakfast, and also delighted she is clever enough to be able to make it from scratch, rather than tipping a sachet into a bowl, adding milk and microwaving.
The groan comes from the fact that I’ll be removing what appears to be the most resistant oat based adhesive know to man* from the inside of the pan afterwards. Nothing chemical seems to touch it, it needs a soak in boiling water and then for me to scrape the bits off with my fingernails.
* I say man, but being a nearly-teenage daughter the signs are there that she is some alternative species, and it’s entirely possible this was actually developed to resolve some kind of cement shortage on planet elsa.