Worth Getting Out Of Bed For
Mexico is ridiculously good at breakfast. Like best I ever had good.
I’ve always been a big fan of breakfast. It is obviously the best meal of the day. I have neglected breakfast this past year, you may remember about my epic struggle with The Breakfast Cockroach. At the moment however I am taking a very well deserved vacation and I have definitely been making up for lost breakfast time. I love eating almost as much as I love sleeping. I am like a new born kitten, napping all day long. It is almost embarrassing how much I like to sleep. I just really like to be cosy. Also embarrassing is how incapable I am of making my own food. Going to the supermarket, selecting from thousands of cereals, choosing milk, keeping the milk fresh, wrestling bugs out of the cereal box, finding a bowl, washing a spoon … eurgh … I need a nap just thinking about it. I just really hate to cook anything really, including cereal. Amazingly on my door step there are these places where they already have food and if you pay them and tell them what you want to eat, they will cook you a meal, bring it to you and do all the washing up afterwards. It is a genius idea. I think it could catch on.
Breakfast here can be a three course affair. Juice, coffee, chocolate milk, fruit, toast, jam and then the main meal. It took a while to get used to evening foods first thing in the morning. Should tacos and refried beans really be touching my eggs? It just works here. Breakfast fiesta magic. Unlike other countries I have visited (cough Japan cough fish soup for every meal cough cough) breakfast here is always delicious. My favourite thing is huevos rancheros. Fried eggs over tortillas covered in salsa with chips and refried beans on the side. So good. If I hadn’t just finished a giant plate of huevos mexicanos I could go for some of them right now. Mexican breakfast eliminates the need for lunch. It is simply genius.
I shared my first proper Mexican breakfast experience with a restaurant frequented mostly by iguanas. These are no ordinary iguanas. They are so big you could ride them like ponies. Clearly they have never missed a meal. I love eating in that restaurant but I do get awkwardly intimidated when the iguanas stare at me as I sip my latte and pretend not to notice. Almost as awkward as when you are walking behind an iguana and it thinks you are chasing it so it speeds up to get away and then keeps staring back at you with terrified beady little eyes so you have to slow down to give it a head start even though you are in a bit of a hurry to get somewhere … or is that just me that happens to? I swear that happens to me most days. Usually with my friendly neighborhood iguana Puppy. One of my other favorite spots has a giant puppy teddy who is so cute yet oh so sad looking. I have been known to snuggle him for hours. There are not many things immune to my snuggling including the adorable wet puppy I shared breakfast with last week.
It is only noon and I am already fantasising about tomorrows breakfast. Yummmmmmmmm……..