So it’s weird that I’ve
thus far neglected the empirical breakdown of every single thing I’ve eaten
since arriving on the (S)Iberian Peninsula, right? (No joke, that's what they're calling it these days. Cold snap in Europe. (Who watches the news? Raquelita watches the news.))
Let’s blame the time
difference for my negligence, foodie friends…I’m sure it somehow applies.
No, but seriously, I
do wish that I had a food journal in which to describe all of the deliciousness
I’ve consumed in the past three weeks. For, you know, posterity…
But as it is, it’s
already been three weeks (Holy smokes!), and it would be a little silly to
start recording now, so I’ll just give you the abbreviated version.
And we’ll start with
Breakfast – The Most Important Meal Of The Day.
First of all, that is
totally not something they say in Spain. At home, on a good morning (i.e. I
have had time to shower AND ingest more than coffee before class), I like to
eat a veggie omelet and toast, with my water and coffee attractively framing my
plate. After years of resisting, I am a major fan of a hearty breakfast.
It seems that I have jumped on the B-fast Bandwagon at just the wrong time, so it's time to fasten your
foodie seatbelts, my friends, because we're about to go 'round a very unwelcome curve in the road!
...
Obviously, café first. Café con leche y azúcar, because I am not tough enough for un-doctored espresso. This is our coffee-maker. Do not ask me how it works, because I don't really know. I do know that the bottom part unscrews and it has a tray for the coffee grounds. This machine is both super cool (just look at it) and super intimidating (you have to use the stove!), and the coffee isn't bad, either.
Here, see my coffee and breakfast carbs. Confession:
Tosta Ricas are really too
tasty for me to believe I don’t eat cookies for breakfast every morning. But look at the weird little dude printed on the top! I hope you can make it out through the plastic because the pictures are super funny. Possibly designed for small children?
And an orange. I have at least one orange a day, and often two. They are always super fresh and delicious, which is a major perk of living in a Mediterranean country.
And that is my Spanish Breakfast of Champions. Depending on my schedule for the day, I eat breakfast sometime between 8 and 10:30, and I am, therefore, always very, very hungry by the time lunch rolls around, which is like 2:30*.
Next time: Lunch, the Real Most Important Meal Of The Day
*Not a joke. Weirdly, getting used to it.
