10:30am breakfast
I am not sure how the typical English breakfast became the standard breakfast for many people. By people I mean those who are living in the village too. People who up until recently did not know what scrambled egg was all about. People whose idea of a sausage is frankfurters….
I am not really a breakfast person. But when I decide to eat in the morning, I eat something substantial. I really don’t get the point of eating one croissant, or even two. I mean what’s the point exactly. If I inhale and exhale twice, I am hungry again. Plus I have no staple breakfast that I must eat every day. I go with my mood.
I remember vividly as a young child eating breakfast before going to school in London. My mum will always say “this maybe all you eat until you get back home”. She will then watch as you download your “utara na ofe” (eba and soup) or on the odd occasion a variation of rice (rice and stew… jellof). She always preferred the former which was my staple diet growing up. The latter she referred to as ” nri nnu nu (birds food).
I’ve kind of passed this habit onto my children. There is no set breakfast menu. You literally break your fast with whatever is available and you feel like eating. So this morning after a long 3 nights away from home for my son, he was excited to break his fast with traditional garri and egusi soup.
I was as usual very obliging and indulged myself too. Many people I know keep away from this meal option in the morning claiming that it induces sleep. My simple advice is to eat half of what you would have eaten. Sleep is only induced when you have over fed. The morning is the best time to eat this type of food. Because it would have digested by night time.
Indeed I advocate for utara na ofe…..