I am still catching up on Perfect Moments, and I think I am almost there. Over the weekend, I took some time to rest, and hopefully finally get rid of this cold that has been plaguing me for weeks.
Somewhere I managed to have the breakfast of champions. That’s right, pizza for breakfast.
Okay, I realize that this is not the breakfast of champions and if I were in the Tour de France, I would be left in the dust even more than expected if I ate pizza for breakfast every morning. So maybe this isn’t breakfast of champions, but it is the breakfast of a teenager.
As everyone knows, I love pizza and pizza loves me back. How could I not salute it.
A funny story related to pizza for breakfast was from a previous co-worker who had also spent time in the Kansai region of Japan. When his host family asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he replied that he wanted Pizza for breakfast. He meant that he wanted to buy it at night and eat it cold for breakfast the next morning.
Perhaps something was a little lost in translation because what they understood was somewhat different and they convinced the owner of the pizza place to get up early and make a pizza for his birthday breakfast. I am not sure if they went and picked it up or whether it was delivered. In the end, I was impressed by their efforts. Sadly, he was not.
What is your all time favourite breakfast?