Sorghum breakfast porridge

If I could describe my late grandmother with a dish, this would be it. Warm and comforting, wholesome and filling. Exactly how I remember early mornings every June holiday at her house in GaMphahlele. For my cousin and me, one of our favourite memories was waking up to the comforting smells and sounds of her in her kitchen, the air warm from the heat of the coal stove and the reassuring love-in-a-bowl that was this porridge.