I’m normally a cereal-for-breakfast kind of guy. I stock my cubicle cabinets with multiple varieties of corn flakes and wheat thingies, and alternate them on a daily basis. But not when I’m home visiting my parents in LA.
There, I eat things like spicy goat bone marrow soup, with all the hanging layers of fat, muscle, tendons in tact. Yes, for breakfast. It’s really delicious. There’s hardly any meat, and the idea is you sop up the goodness that comes out of the bone marrow and mixes with the broth for several hours (overnight ) and sop it up with some simple thin, homemade roti (flatbread). Since it’s just broth and bread (and tendons and things), it doesn’t even feel that heavy. It’s just spicy and good.
But yes, it’s not cereal of eggs or pancakes, but the idea of breakfast in Bangladesh is very different from here. There, you eat a full breakfast to fuel you for all the manual labor you’ll be doing, anything from cutting bricks to hand-picking rice from paddies from sunrise to sunset. It’s hard to do that if all you ate were syrup and waffles.
