PB&J. Oatmeal. Cereal. Eggs and rice. Repeat. Classically trained in the French culinary arts yet this is all mi padre manages to scrounge up for the most important meal of the day.
Lazy. Uninspired. Pathetic. Useless. Are the words that best describe his breakfast prowess.
Pancit palabok with calamansi, freshly roasted garlic, and homemade chicharron. Chocolate pancakes. Honey baked ham, vienna sausage, marinated pan fried chicken, fried egg and garlic rice. Three days in the Philippines and the deliciousness factor for my morning meal has increased exponentially.