Our first breakfast together came on day we were stranded in the Queens house for 2 days in 1998, as described by my previous post. To fully appreciate this you need to remember that I am Polish/Italian and the Queen is Mexican.

She asked me if I wanted chorizo and eggs, of course I asked “what’s that?”. She said its Mexican sausage. Well my mother used to make italian sauage and scrambled eggs before and I enjoyed it, so why not.

When I have had sausage and eggs in the past it was made by frying up pieces of italian sausage and then putting them into scrambled eggs. So basically it was chunks of sausage in scrambled eggs.

Now for the culture shock. The Queen brings me my breakfast and it looks nothing like what I expected. And where’s my fork?

What I had on my plate looked like some mashed up sausage with barely any type of egg showing and a couple tortillas. I probably looked like a deer in the headlights staring at my plate trying to figure out how I was going to eat this. So I did what every confused white boy would do, I asked for a fork. Of course the Queen laughed at me and said that’s what the tortillas are for and like a little kid she had show me how to eat it ( hangs head in shame ). After the lesson in eating, I did enjoy it. It was spicier than I thought it would be, which is alright since I like spicy food.

10 years later I am a semi-pro at eating with a tortilla and we have chorizo almost every weekend for for breakfast.  Now we normally have it with beans instead of the eggs, unless the kids are eating then sometimes the Queen will either make it with beans for us and eggs for the kids.