The following Sunday morning, Stuart Fletcher dug deep into his bowl of porridge and mixed berries. The resulting spoonful would've needed him to dislocate his jaw before it found its way into his mouth. Irritably, he shook off enough of the heavy load so he could eat what was left. Fuck, porridge revolted him. Without the fruit, it would be like eating sludge. Several blogs recommended it as a good pre-workout breakfast, so he persevered. Perhaps it had something to do with his cooking? He used