When the clock strikes 8 in the morning, the day at home begins. It’s when the smell of coffee spreads through the air and we can sit down at the table and share a moment of calm before beginning the daily hustle, even when at times it’s only a sensible portion of papaya with yogurt and another one of plain oats.
As a child, my dad was the one in charge of preparing our first meal of the day. He used to say that we could not go to school without breaking our fast. However, his Sunday morning breakfasts were particularly memorable, for he served his very own green salsa chilaquiles. If I close my eyes, I can almost taste those crispy tortilla chips covered in green salsa, crème fraîche, and chopped onions with grated cheese on top. Now, life has changed, and I am the one in charge of adorning the dining room table. Thus, when I plan to pamper family and friends, I try my best to let them savor any craving they may have, regardless of what or how abundant it may be.
People in Mexico City tend to skip breakfast quite frequently because of their being in a hurry all the time. I don’t like that. It makes me feel sad, and even though my perception is that the most popular breakfast is composed of eggs prepared in an infinite variety of ways, I believe my country has an enormous range of mouthwatering traditional tortilla and corn flour-based comfort food which suit marvelously the hearty breakfast we Mexicans are famous for, and even to take care of the hangover one might be suffering after last night’s party.
