I’d like to share my delicious Sunday breakfast from my days in Niger. The food in Arlit was edible, I can’t praise it any higher than that, but Sunday mornings were a bit special.
Monday to Saturday I would have omelette or nothing (such were the choices) but on Sunday, with a large fanfare, the boiled sheep’s head would make its entrance.
For the local workers, Sunday breakfast is a special time, where they sit around discussing the week and eating their delicacy.
I generally had toast..