I wanted to take a moment to address an issue that I seem to be having. Breakfast, why you gotta be so big? Seriously though… When I’m home breakfast might be some cereal, maybe a granola bar, once in a while a sandwich, and super rarely some sort of waffle or pancake… But here, well let’s just say things are a little different…
Every morning I wake up to an absolutely ginormous morning meal that, although it might not sound that filling it most definitely is (especially when you’re avoiding using the toilet at home for certain things… But I digest. I mean digress) Waiting on my Coca-Cola® Christmas elf tray in the kitchen is a large bowl of muesli with Laura’s homemade (I think) yogurt on top (there was something about a jar of cultures in the cabinet that she puts milk in every week, I dunno…) Now we’re not talking your sissy-ass American granola here. This stuff is filled with whole nuts and dried fruit as well as grains and comes in a bowl (I kid you not) the size of my head. Next to the muesli, we have a mug of tea usually accompanied by a whole pot of tea which I still haven’t figured out if I’m supposed to finish or not… Okay, fine. But next we have the killer: the orange juice (if you can call it that). Laura, bless her heart, every morning squeezes two oranges for me and makes juice. However after the juice has been extracted from the oranges, the pulp goes right back into the glass… Imagine, if you will, trying to drink a lowball full of pulp. Seriously this is no different than just eating two oranges except the happen to be all mushed up and in a glass… By the time I’m done eating as much as I can (because I’m still not so sure if I’ll offend anyone by throwing something out) I’m full and almost ready to burst (remember I’m not really using the bathroom at the apartment… You saw the pictures… And plus the walls are paper thin). So yep… There you have it. A close up on my typical Spanish breakfast. Thanks for listening to me rant a bit…
Until next time.
1 comment:
One of the Spanish girls I lived with, who was also on homestay with my senora, never finished her meals because she was watching her "peso". my senora would just keep it as a leftover and serve it the next day to anyone who wanted it. you should tell your senora that your stomach is not that large and ask up front if it would be a big deal if you didn't finish everything and saved the leftovers as a merienda. she seems much cooler than my senora, so if mine understood, i dont see why yours wouldn't. so just ask.
Also: another big piece of advice. If your senora makes you sandwiches or toast and uses white bread (most do) just ASK for pan integral. it took me a month to work up the guts to tell my senora that i preferred wheat bread. so just tell her that, too.
One of my Spanish roommates gave me the best advice when I was in homestay. She always told me to remember that You're doing HER a favor by living with her. YOU are paying HER. So if you have a smaller appetite, or prefer a certain food, or have any qualms with living (e.g. my senora used to monitor how much kleenex/toilet paper we used which was ridiculous) just say something. Because really, her hosting you is a job for which you pay her.
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