Breakfast is so not my favourite meal. It’s the only meal in the day that I struggle with.
Not that I struggle to eat it, I can just never decide what to have. Nor is it because I am vegetarian.
It was easy when I was a kid. I jumped out of bed in the morning, and dashed downstairs to start my breakfast.
A couple of rashers in the pan and the kettle on to make tea for parents and take it up to them in bed. It wasn’t that I was the perfect daughter, I wanted them out of my face while I was having my breakfast. More to the point, I didn’t want my father’s cigarette smoke in my face, or to be subjected to Radio Leeds.
With the bacon, I added either, mushrooms, tomato, or an egg. But never all three. Occasionally I would have tomato and mushroom, but normally just one item. Because, it actually seemed a better combination to just have the two ingredients, bacon and one other. Simple, but perfect.
And of course, one of my food fetishes – I hate tomato and egg together. Either cold or hot, I think they are vile on the same plate. Tomato quiche would probably be my worst ever meal (after cous cous). One of my most hated school lunches was bacon and egg pie, served – with – tinned tomatoes. Disgusting. The few girls who liked the salty horrid bacon and egg pie were inundated with freebies from the rest of us trying to foist our nasty square onto someone else, and surviving on chips and tinned tomatoes for that particular meal.
So by now, you’ll have worked out I’ve never been a fan of the traditional huge fried breakfast.
And even as a vegetarian, it would be easy to eat fake rashers, sausages, and all the trimmings. We buy Cauldron vegetarian sausages, these are tofu-based and pretty good. Quorn ones are terrible and taste like rubber. There are Quorn rashers, which are tolerable, but I got sick of them. Far better to use tempeh rashers, not available in Gib or anywhere in Andalucîa where I shop, so I make my own with fresh tempeh and a quick marinade in soya sauce.
The trouble is, I wake up and wonder – what to eat? I don’t want the greasy fry-up. I don’t like cardboardy cereal, even if it is organic and full of dried fruit, and nuts to ensure your ancient fillings fall out.
I’m not fond of toast either (unlike Pippa) but I will eat it occasionally – but not as my main breakfast – although toasted sandwiches are popular with me at the moment.
We did have a period of eating scrambled eggs – but I got sick of those. I even get fed up with omelettes. A poached egg is OK once in a while, so long as there is lots of vinegar in the water.
Meanwhile five or six cups of tea (currently Assam) into the morning, I am still debating what to eat.
Salad. I so like salad for breakfast. In fact I must be notorious in Málaga railway station for walking into the cafe at 9am and ordering a salad while everyone else is eating churros and toast and sandwiches.
At home, stuffed eggs, or curried eggs and salad are good as well. No greasy fry. No rich buttery scrambled eggs.
Today was – the best, yesterday’s leftovers from the evening meal. This is what breakfast should be. I don’t need to think about it. It is already made. I just heat it up. I don’t care if it is soup, pie (ie pastry), curry, cold pizza, casserole, goulash, the list is endless.
Warmed up shepherd’s pie, some salad with garlicky Indian dressing, and – I even managed a piece of toast.
Truly, the perfect breakfast – for me.