I found a recipe for a cinnamon almond milk quinoa bowl for breakfast. I never thought of quinoa as a breakfast food, but I had to try it to date my curiosity ( and my hunger). Plus, it was in the microwave. So, I popped it in the microwave and followed all the directions, I even had a bowl with a nice vent lid. I come back after the microwave beeps at me, open the door, and... lo and behold, I’m staring at a microwave covered mess of quinoa, milk and cinnamon. I tried the recipe a few more times with some changes because I really wanted to taste it, but I was always met with the same thing. Oh well.
All the eggs in the house had gone bad, the dogs were being crazy, the household members were cranky. Everything was bad. Had to eat school breakfast. A packaged donut
Waking up with a glucose level in orbit. I’d gone low in the night, and my body tends to over compensate. It happens a lot, it’s a horrid feeling.
I had breakfast at a pancake house. I went to the facilities to wash my hands. I suddenly became ill and vomited everything in my stomach all over the floor. No explanation.
When I was a kid, my favorite breakfast was sausage gravy and biscuits. My mom was away so my dad tried to make it. He couldn’t get it to thicken so he just kept adding more and more flour. It was so bad the cat wouldn’t even eat it.
When I was younger (maybe about five), my mom said I could choose my own breakfast. I was so excited because we were picking up my dog that day too! So I decided I would have two of my favorite foods: pickles and plums. Well, pickles and plums did not mix well on a long car ride to pick up my puppy, and I threw up all over the car. My mom had to ask the breeder for towels to clean me up. I’ll remember that day forever. At least we got a great dog!
My worst breakfast story would have to be,... One time me and my family were having our breakfast and then my mom said something that they made sausages with pork and all kinds of animals and that the eggs had been injected. Everyone knew it was a bluff but I fell for it🙅
Everytime I have latte or hot chocolate for breakfast I have to mix it with different types of bread to finish it, I can’t just drink it so I end up eating so much bread and carbs I feel bloated and terrible about myself.
I don’t really have one! I’ve never been much of a breakfast eater. I usually grab a pre-made shake and head out for the day. I guess if I had to describe a breakfast gone wrong, it would be when I’ve ordered eggs out at a restaurant and they come back runny - yuuuuck!
Nobody likes a bad breakfast. But what if you had no choice but to eat it? Coming from a Latin family, I experienced the worst guilt from eating the worst food from grandma. Bland, mushy, cold, and with nothing to wash it down with but water. You cannot tell grandma her food is bad. So I eat it! And struggle to finish. Breakfast lasted until lunch and grandma noticed that the breakfast she made me was still on my plate. Sorry grandma
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