In Poland, everytime I was served food, the entire farkin food supply for the month got put on the table. At breakfast there's like 5 kinds of meats, 3 kinds of bread,, super dank cheeses, half a dozen jars of homegrown, pickled goodness, a fresh salatka, bomb azz yogurt....I'll tell ya.I has in spain a longlong time ago, I stayed in a farmhouse with this chic, and we went for walks and stuff..............
Her mom would fill a big skillet with lard, get it hot as fuck, then crack eggs into it. They were unbelievable.
I was told:
"In Poland we say,
Breakfast, eat like a king-
Lunch, share with a friend - and dinner give away to your enemy."
The meaning behind it that at breakfast you need the most fuel for the day ahead, at lunch less so and even less so at the evening hour.