As an exchange student in Mexico, the host family's matriarch was on a mission to keep me well fed. She thought I was too thin, and used breakfast as a means to change that. I had some of the most filling and leisurely breakfasts at the family table, and would gossip in Spanish with my adopted Mom and fellow exchange student, Pat. It was usually the biggest and best meal of the day, although it sometimes made me lethargic although pleasantly dazed for hours.
The maid would make a huge feast each day of fresh papaya and mango, handmade tortillas that were slightly charred from the griddle, beans, avocado slices, scrambled eggs, and steak. Sides of bell peppers and jalapenos were always on hand. I ate slowly, and savored each bite.
Drinks were milk, freshly squeezed orange juice and hot chocolate. I loved looking at the cauldron of milky chocolate, which usually had a thin skin that the maid would skim regularly. The chocolate drink had hints of Cinnamon and sugar, and was creamy-fresh.
I was grateful for the wonderful meals, and made sure to say thanks to the maid and my host mother each day. It made me feel full and quite loved.