What do I make for breakfast?
This is a question asked every morning by millions of people around the world. By me, well, not so much.
I’m the quintessential lazy person who rather not enter the kitchen. And on working days, making breakfast doesn’t even feature in my list of todos. If we had breakfast at home, why would there be canteens at offices?
I don’t remember making breakfast for only myself ever. Red tea and some biscuits and off I would go to office. Even now I skip having breakfast on most days because, well, I just don’t like the idea of cooking in the morning. Early lunch is what I prefer to compensate for that unless mom is at home and making breakfast then is not an issue.
I know, I know skipping breakfast is a horrible thing to do but I never said I was perfect.
I think I get this dislike for making breakfast from my mom. Ask her to cook anything and she’ll do it happily but it’s making breakfast that annoys her to the core. As a kid I remember, she would happily make aloo shiddo bhat most days for breakfast and feed us herself. Bread or anything else was not liked very much at our household. Breakfast was something to be quickly done with and in the easiest way possible. Everything else, lunch, evening snacks or dinner, was an elaborate affair, not to be toyed with.
But she strangely likes making different items for my husband for breakfast. Wonder what that’s all about? Son-in-law love, I guess.
If we had breakfast at home, why would there be canteens at offices?
Anyways. I think I still have that in me, a reluctance to spend too much time thinking about and making breakfast.
But having said that, if I could, I’d love having an English breakfast spread daily. And yes, poori sabji too. Sometimes I order the same thing for breakfast for days on end at the office canteen. Sunny side up, poha, upma, aloo parantha and poori sabzi ,these are just some of my favourite breakfast items. Sometimes spaghetti too.
Do you know I love having breakfast in resorts and hotels the most? Yes, because there’s so much to choose from. I love the idea of roaming around and selecting what I want to eat. Oh the joy of the huge breakfast spread is something else altogether.
Basically as long as someone else makes breakfast, I love spending time on it!
However, there are also days, once in a while that is, when I wake up with this intense desire to make something nice for that first meal of the day. Ofcourse, most, actually all of these days come during weekends when there’s ample time and no possibility of an office canteen. But let me tell you, this willingness to cook is a phenomenon which is rare as rare can be. On most weekends, I’m just a clueless mess dreading even the thought of making breakfast.
My talent only lies in craving for and eating food; in cooking, not so much
But I realise there is really no escaping from this. Eventually when my daughter grows up, I’ll have to make breakfast at least for her. So, I might as well start now.
When the reluctant cook makes breakfast.
Oh did I mention, my talent only lies in craving for and eating food; in cooking, not so much? It took me 3 years to master the art of roti making, so you can guess how adept I’m in using my instincts in the kitchen. But in the dining room, well, I’m awesome!
So, basically, I’m just an average cook but an excellent foodie. Hence, when anything I make turns out good, it’s twice the celebration really. Today, was one of those days. A perfect Sunday brunch by yours truly.
Today after months, I made masala dosa and chutney and luckily it wasn’t bad either. Ofcourse the batter was readymade but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard work, does it? No, Sir!
Well, enough about my reluctance, eh?
That was my breakfast story. Tell me yours.