Breakfast in America

I have done quite a lot of travelling and a fair bit of that is in the USA. So far I have been to 20 US states plus DC and I have some observations to share.

On my first trip there, I was in Louisiana and I was getting sick of eating fried foods. The restaurants I could afford to eat in, seemed to do little else. One morning I was looking at a menu and saw, an ad - "2 eggs any style $5". So I asked the waitress for poached eggs on toast. She looked at me as if I had asked for boiled elephant trunk and went away. On her return she said the chef couldn't do that. Thinking to myself about what sort of chef can't boil water, I opted for scrambled. I happened to be passing the kitchen while he was cooking my breakfast and watched him prepare it.
He cracked two eggs on the griddle - yep he was frying them- and then got the scraper thing he used to move the shit called 'scrapple' around and aggressively chopped up the fried egg and plopped the resultant mess onto a plate.

I have no idea whether this is a normal variant of scrambled, but it tasted as bland and ordinary as the fried stuff I have had for the previous week. It bore no resemblance to the light fluffy yellow stuff I expect from scrambled eggs and didn't satisfy my need to not eat fried for a day or so.

The next day I decided I'd have some fruit and cereal, so I headed for a supermarket. What an eye opener. There was an entire wall given to bread, and a huge bank of milk products with the biggest plastic bottles of milk I had ever seen. Surely the milk would sour before a family reached the bottom? And the varieties amazed me. I felt like asking a staff member (if there was one to be found) "Which one is just milk?" I found the cereal and went off looking for fruit. Now this wasn't some ma and pa corner store, this was a big supermarket. There was zero fruit anywhere and the vegetable department could fit in my bedroom. There was nothing to cook with! Just stuff to open, thaw or microwave, boxes and boxes of processed food.

Sometime later I stayed with a friend in Las Vegas (oops I forgot Nevada, 21) and I was in her kitchen cleaning her pistol (as you do) when I noticed that the cooktop was remarkably clean, pristine even. A glance into the oven showed it had plastic on the racks and some paperwork as well, manuals and guarantees I suppose. So I said "New stove?" And then she told me it was new when she moved in 2 years ago. It had never been used. Just about then it was time to feed her six year old. A TV dinner was taken from the freezer (also the biggest I had seen outside a pub) and microwaved, a plastic cup of some plastic dessert was added with plastic knife, fork and spoon (which she inexplicably called 'silverware') and that was her dinner.
We had frozen pizza.

Sometime later I was to have a heated discussion with another woman who insisted that unpacking a frozen pizza and heating in the microwave was 'cooking'.

By far the best breakfast I had in America was in the Las Vegas casino, Circus Circus. The chef made omelettes in front of you with all the fresh ingredients you could want at a ridiculously low price. Dinner and lunches are a whole new story. :)