My last days in San Salvador I was thrilled to be a guest of friends. Having breakfast alone as they were out on errands or work, I read their newspaper. (I got much but not all and used my dictionary.)
This was my breakfast – a typical breakfast in the homes of my Salvadorian friends.
The toast is white bread. The whole wheat breads that have become common in the US are not commonly found there.
The beans are what we in the US call refried beans.
The egg… I don’t know if most Salvadorian families have eggs. This was how their housekeeper automatically made my egg for me and it happens to be how I like eggs.
The cup always contained Chocolate. Hot Chocolate, that is. In El Salvador it is made with water.
My plate doesn’t have Salvadorian cheese on it, which is common. It looks like Feta cheese. I never found a way to describe the taste.