Living in Germany for over ten years, I’ve had my fair share of authentic local food. From sausages to pretzels, and of course, the countless varieties of brot (bread), I’ve experienced it all. But despite being surrounded by Germany’s bread-loving culture, one thing hasn’t changed: I still prefer rice. While most Germans start their day with bread, my mornings often look a little different.
Bread, for me, is more of an occasional treat. Sure, there are mornings when I crave a warm, fluffy milk bread dipped in a cup of hot milk. It’s comforting and a bit nostalgic, almost like a warm hug in a bowl. But this is not the norm. Most of the time, I prefer starting my day with something more filling, like oats or rice. If I have leftover viand (a Filipino dish usually consisting of meat or vegetables), it’s the perfect match for a warm bowl of rice. It’s the kind of breakfast that keeps me going throughout the day, energizing me in a way bread simply can’t.
Toast bread and croissants also make an appearance occasionally, especially on lazy mornings when I want something quick. A slice of toast, topped with a fried egg, cheese, and a drizzle of ketchup and mayonnaise, is a favorite of mine. The combination of crunch, creaminess, and tanginess is something I can’t resist. And croissants? They’re a real treat, but I have to admit, I can only handle two in a day. Their buttery richness is enough to satisfy my pastry craving without going overboard.
However, no matter how much I indulge in these bread-based breakfasts, I always find myself reaching for rice afterward. Rice, to me, is the ultimate comfort food. Whether it’s paired with a flavorful stew, stir-fry, or just a simple fried egg, rice is what makes my meals feel complete. It’s my go-to food—filling, comforting, and endlessly versatile.
It’s funny, living in a country where bread is such a staple, but I’ve never truly warmed up to the full bread culture. Instead, I’ve embraced the things that feel more familiar to me, like rice and oats. And even after more than a decade in Germany, I’m still holding on to the foods that speak to my soul. Bread might dominate here, but rice will always be my first love.
