Breakfast in Ireland

When I woke up the first Monday of my return, I didn't know what to do with myself. There was no breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, or toast laid out for me to eat. It became a ritual that I selfishly got used to in Ireland, having breakfast cooked to perfection for me, and now that I am backI have to eat old pop tarts.

When we went to Ireland, we had stayed in different bed and breakfasts through out the country. They were all very different in their own way, but had one thing in common; their breakfasts. The typical breakfast consisted of poached eggs or scrambled, with bacon or sausage, cereals on the side, and different kinds of bread. It sounds like what we would usually eat here in America, but of course it tastes way different.

First off, the scrambled eggs that I had almost every morning were kind of runny. Not only that, but the flavor was different. I can't explain the difference of the flavor, but I could just tell that there was something sort of off. Then came the sausages, which were not my favorite. I love them, don't get me wrong, but the texture just wasn't doing it for me. I usually freak myself out when I eat weird things, and then I end up not being able to eat them, and that is exactly what I did with the sausage. So, for the whole week, I stuck with the bacon; it was so good! Bacon here is extra crispy and greasy, but there, it is actual slices of ham that are lightly cooked and crispy. The cereal was also really good, but different. They tend to eat a little healthier there, so all the cereal was like bran flakes and corn flakes (no sugar), and things like that.

Leading off the whole breakast topic, lets talk about the "quantities" of the food there. When we would go to a pub or a little restaurant, we would generally order an hors d'eouvre and without thinking, would expect it to be a big portion for a family. When it would arrive, there would basically be nothing. One time, we had ordered onion rings and the basket was full of maybe six rings? So we ordered some spring rolls and, yeah, we got two.

No wonder americans are so fat!