I remember during like highschool and middle school, my dad would cook stuff like:
Noodles such as 牛肉麵 but sometimes with the beef replaced with 牛肉丸 or sometimes its bacon or sometimes its just 煎蛋 fried eggs, like it’d be mixed up and salted then pan-fried, or sometimes just pan-fried without mixing it, which my dad called 荷包蛋
Sometimes they’re busy or at work so I had cereal with milk from the refrigerator a few times, those “meals” are kinda sad and lonely tbh, lack the “warmth” of parents caring for you, know what I mean?
Also I saw my older brother drinking straight from the container of milk like a fucking selfish savage (ewww saliva wtf), so from then on, unless its freshly unopened, I sus all of the milk.
Sometimes its just some snackbars.
Sometimes I’d be late for school and just have no breakfast except like have some snack bars in my bookbag.
In NYC, I remember my dad was much more busyer than in Philly, so I always just had school breakfast. As for when I don’t have school and dad wasn’t home? Idk don’t remember mom making anything that tasted like real food, just cook rice and have a standard breakfast/lunch brunch I think? Or just the 包, simple, its just has to be steamed and its easy.
Before then, in China, no memories of breakfast… wasn’t exactly memorable, probably just about the same things.
As for now? Idk sometimes stuff from the nearby Chinese bakery, sometimes, but not often, dimsum stuff from a small nearby restaurant (Dim Sum starts at like 9:30 AM so its more like brunch than breakfast), sometimes just random snacks as breakfast.
Sometimes if there’s leftover food from the day before, that. But nowadays we don’t do that anymore, kinda germaphobic, don’t trust my brother to not tamper with stuff.
Lol, it’s barely even 8 am and I’ve kinda just been up at night, and I just ate a bunch of doritos. Didn’t even have a “real” breakfast yet…
Do you usually have Asian breakfast? Or American?
I remember during like highschool and middle school, my dad would cook stuff like:
Sometimes they’re busy or at work so I had cereal with milk from the refrigerator a few times, those “meals” are kinda sad and lonely tbh, lack the “warmth” of parents caring for you, know what I mean?
Also I saw my older brother drinking straight from the container of milk like a fucking selfish savage (ewww saliva wtf), so from then on, unless its freshly unopened, I sus all of the milk.
Sometimes its just some snackbars.
Sometimes I’d be late for school and just have no breakfast except like have some snack bars in my bookbag.
In NYC, I remember my dad was much more busyer than in Philly, so I always just had school breakfast. As for when I don’t have school and dad wasn’t home? Idk don’t remember mom making anything that tasted like real food, just cook rice and have a standard breakfast/lunch brunch I think? Or just the 包, simple, its just has to be steamed and its easy.
Before then, in China, no memories of breakfast… wasn’t exactly memorable, probably just about the same things.
As for now? Idk sometimes stuff from the nearby Chinese bakery, sometimes, but not often, dimsum stuff from a small nearby restaurant (Dim Sum starts at like 9:30 AM so its more like brunch than breakfast), sometimes just random snacks as breakfast.
Sometimes if there’s leftover food from the day before, that. But nowadays we don’t do that anymore, kinda germaphobic, don’t trust my brother to not tamper with stuff.
Your older brother should buy his own milk!
Cereals are indeed sad meals. I know that feeling.
All the Asian food you mentioned is amazing. I especially like 煎餅, I have had some success making it, should try again soon.