Every few weeks I'll get a DM on Discord where they try to sell me some art. Of course they never have any public portfolio and don't identify themselves further. Usually I ask them directly "what's the scam this time" or similar and they always reply along the lines of "I'm not scammer. I'm real!". Haven't had the patience to find out how the scam eventually works.
I don't know about that region, or whether they were trying to create a breakfast that would sound classy but credible to a Westerner.
However, I can say from first hand experience that home cooked Russian breakfasts in Vladivostok were mind bending. As an American, when I eat breakfast but it's a small and simple affair. A cup of oatmeal and some coffee, maybe eggs if I feel ambitious.
The Russians I stayed with made hela breakfast every morning. Like a huge potluck dinner made from recognizable ingredients in very unexpected combinations. While I'm sure they were spoiling me a little because I was a guest, it was always the biggest meal of the day. One memorable example was buttered noodles and meatballs, bread, butter, cheese, cucumber slices, coffee and tea with condensed sweetened milk, and even a little dark chocolate for desert. I'm probably forgetting more stuff.
Also the kids (10 and 8) drank coffee! I think they were mostly in it for the sweetened condensed milk though.
It's probably more that most Americans typically have very little for breakfast.
Around here, cornbread and sausage gravy, coffee (milk or tea for my teenager) is a not-uncommon Saturday breakfast. I think I made a variety of muffins last weekend. Or home-made corned beef hash with scrambled eggs, etc. You get the idea.
OTOH, during the week it's probably something simple like a sausage patty on a toasted English muffin, maybe with a scrambled egg (my version of a McMuffin). Or cereal if I'm not feeling it.
I have had Caesar and other salads for breakfast. Salads are really delicious when you don't want a heavy meal and they're quick and easy to make.
I’m okay with a heavy breakfast. It’s the mixture of Caesar salad, omelette and coffee that doesn’t sit well with me. I’ll take some cold romaine lettuce with my eggs, or some hot spinach, but something about Caesar salad - maybe the dressing? - feels distinctly “lunch or dinner only” to me.
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