The buffet breakfast.
Who doesn’t love a buffet breakfast?
Something about turning the dial on the cereal dispenser just makes me want to reach for a bowl of cornflakes or coco pops or rice bubbles. Watching the cereal travel down the little shute and into the bowl below totally sparking joy in a way that simply pouring it out of the box back home just doesn’t do.
Of course you know me though, I find it hard to go past the house made granola – all sticky and sweet, making it the perfect pairing to the big blob of natural yoghurt that I smear on the plate, a lot thicker than the yoghurt I’m used to and thoroughly enjoying the change.
Watermelon, passionfruit, papaya and honeydew seem to be in abundance here – the grapes and apples I’m certain are imported. I find myself having to stop asking the friendly breakfast staff “where does this fruit come from?”
The lovely freshly smashed avocado and giant mound of feta cheese was certainly a hit with Cork Daddy and I can’t tell you how many cups of the strong black coffee, brewed out the back and brought to the table in a lovely white pot, that I drank – the coffee snobs in Oz wouldn’t go for it but I loved the whole experience all the same.
We let the girls go, I loved watching what they chose to eat each morning.
I think Hats at one stage had eight glasses lined up in front of her, mostly with water but with also a collection of pineapple, orange and mango juice as well, eating one bite of a weetbix (weetbix or weetbik for singular? I never know) before heading off “all by myself” in search of yet another cup.
Char took a liking to the hashbrowns, you know those little triangular ones that always seem to pop up at a breakfast buffet, crunchy and salty on the outside and “just like a breakfast hot chip”.
We went through a fair bit of vegemite on toast and the twinnies ate them out of fruit salad.
And why is it that those hotel toast machines have only two settings – they either take seven hundred years to brown a slice of bread or it comes out jet black, you can hear the all too familiar sound of scraping as you try and get rid of the burnt bits before smothering strawberry jam over the top to try and mask the flavour of charcoal.
Such a fun way to start the day, a buffet breakfast certainly gets the adults through to lunch time. The first child asking for a snack five minutes after leaving the dining hall.
Thank goodness for the suitcase of tiny teddies in my suitcase.
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