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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I really need to learn how to cook.
Came home from class tonight hungry, as always, and I went to the pantry to find something to eat. Not much to choose from. I pulled some eggs out of the back of the cupboard, thinking that I could conjure up some delicious breakfast-like meal, since I haven't had a hearty breakfast since I've been here. Butter to pan, eggs in pan...and I get a little side-tracked. I remember about the eggs about five minutes later, and they're a little stuck to the pan. I proceed to scrape eggs off pan, add salt and pepper, and take a bite. Not so good. I squirt a little ketchup on the side, do a little dipsies into the ketchup to hopefully add some flavor, and....still not so good. I gave it a few more bites just not to be wasteful, but now I sit here with a stomach ache.
It's so strange to me that breakfast, my favorite meal of the day, basically does not exist in Italy. The Italian interpretation of "breakfast" is biscotti and a cappuccino. Not sufficient in the slightest. I'm not sure if it's just an American marketing scam, but I recall being told over and over again how important it is to eat a good breakfast. Guess that's not the case in Italy? (Another cultural difference to add to the list.)
On a side note, I have discovered that an "American-style" breakfast consists of eggs and bacon. Huh. Things you learn while abroad.
Plan B: PB & J, and it tastes as delicious as always.
Well....on that note, I guess I need to point out the fact that peanut butter is foreign in this country. Nutella is the spread of choice, and peanut butter is very expensive and hard to come by. Pure ridiculousness. I must admit that I have become a little too addicted to Nutella lately, but it could never qualify as a substitute for peanut butter, in my mind at least.
Came home from class tonight hungry, as always, and I went to the pantry to find something to eat. Not much to choose from. I pulled some eggs out of the back of the cupboard, thinking that I could conjure up some delicious breakfast-like meal, since I haven't had a hearty breakfast since I've been here. Butter to pan, eggs in pan...and I get a little side-tracked. I remember about the eggs about five minutes later, and they're a little stuck to the pan. I proceed to scrape eggs off pan, add salt and pepper, and take a bite. Not so good. I squirt a little ketchup on the side, do a little dipsies into the ketchup to hopefully add some flavor, and....still not so good. I gave it a few more bites just not to be wasteful, but now I sit here with a stomach ache.
It's so strange to me that breakfast, my favorite meal of the day, basically does not exist in Italy. The Italian interpretation of "breakfast" is biscotti and a cappuccino. Not sufficient in the slightest. I'm not sure if it's just an American marketing scam, but I recall being told over and over again how important it is to eat a good breakfast. Guess that's not the case in Italy? (Another cultural difference to add to the list.)
On a side note, I have discovered that an "American-style" breakfast consists of eggs and bacon. Huh. Things you learn while abroad.
Plan B: PB & J, and it tastes as delicious as always.
Well....on that note, I guess I need to point out the fact that peanut butter is foreign in this country. Nutella is the spread of choice, and peanut butter is very expensive and hard to come by. Pure ridiculousness. I must admit that I have become a little too addicted to Nutella lately, but it could never qualify as a substitute for peanut butter, in my mind at least.
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