I love breakfast, more so than lunch and dinner. Some people can just have a cup of black coffee in the morning. My brother often skips breakfast because he “isn’t hungry.”
Not me. I often wake up half starving and raring to sink my teeth into a hot slice of toast, bacon and eggs. Or prata. Or pancakes. Or scrambled eggs with garlic and cheese. One of my favourite things to do in hotels is to pig out at the breakfast buffet (also to be cheap and skip lunch after). I wouldn’t be interested in the Asian breakfast like the noodles or congee but I would wolf down pancakes, toast and eggs. Nothing has changed now, except that I try not to eat prata or other grain-based food.
My old favourites: