Oh, this is brilliant! Equal parts tender, rebellious, and quietly hilarious. I love how your story threads through generations, from your mother’s careful, well-meaning lectures to your own quietly amused stance with your husband, and ultimately to yourself, still hearing her voice while rebelliously clinging to your pineapple porridge.
Your mum’s intentions were pure, but at 16, you just want toast. That final plate of avocado, seeds, dukkah, egg, and chilli oil? Well played. A culinary triumph, almost as if to say... See Mum, I listened after all. 😂
RE: It's My Breakfast And I'll Make What I Feel Like