The oatmeal was next.  He was pleased to discover it had been flavored with real maple, although it was much saltier than Quaker instant oatmeal, and it was considerably thicker than he prepared his: he discovered that the spoon would stand up in the bowl.  If he’d had a glass of milk, or even water, he could have thinned it, but unfortunately, the only thing he had to water it down with was the orange juice.  Dale grimaced as he imagined how frightful that concoction would be.  He settled for eating it slowly, occasionally washing it down with a sip of orange juice.