I eat when I am hungry. And the meals (and meal-times I feed at) are pretty set. However, things are really different here in the UK.
(Sorry about the above pic – I cook regularly but just realised I don’t really take pics! They are ugly though. THE PICS!)
Getting used to it. But I struggled and am struggling still!
Growing up, there was breakfast – the time I had soft-boiled eggs, accompanied by a mug of fortifying (and mortifying in the loo, thanks to lactose-intolerance) and some buttered toast or Nestum-with-shrieks if we overslept, followed by a main meal comprising meat and veg for lunch. at say, 12 pm, followed by something similar at 6 – 7 pm.
It’s all topsy turvy here.
Dinner here, at least for Rob’s dad, is consumed at noon – that’s my lunch in Singapore. Conversely, ‘tea’ is eaten at between six to seven pm, and it’s a light meal as the name suggests – which is different from what I was brought up with.
So when I tell them what I am cooking for the day I confuse them, and myself, sometimes still – hilarious at times, frustrating, otherwise.
Just like ordering scones here!
