You flip through the hotel menu. You know you’ll laugh at some unfamiliar food names. But you’re not a foodie so you look for a safe choice. Beyond a safe choice, you scout for an inexpensive choice. Aha! They call it English breakfast. Price: N1, 800. Not too bad for your pocket. Who cares about the stomach? The food is plenty. Orisirisi on your table. You take pictures. You send to one of your siblings via BBM and add, “Come chop o”. He depresses you with his response, “You’re going to waste this food as usual.” You want to e-slap him but you remember the limits of technology. Yes, you waste some of the food. But you won’t tell your brother.