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Nostalgic Breakfast Anyone?

Sitting in the office this morning, watching the fog swirl around and deposit ice on my car, I was reminded of many many hunting trips in the past.

We almost always would start these adventures with a breakfast guaranteed to make you wish later you were wearing fewer clothing closures . . . if you know what I mean . . . Anyway, this morning brought on a craving for the "hunting" breakfast. My all time favourite was a dish I never saw much out west, maybe it was an eastern thing, I don't know.

Biscuits and gravy.

The closest recipe I could find would be on Cooks.com:

http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1626,154188-224206,00.html

What are your "tradition" breakfasts, something you "must" have before doing a particular thing? A Christmas or Easter breakfast maybe?

Regards,
- (grumbling tummy) John
 
I don't really have any traditional breakfasts anymore, but there is a breakfast I used to eat every Saturday when I was a kid. It's going to sound kind of funny.

My dad used to work 2nd shift, and when he came home it would be well after I had gone to sleep.

On Friday nights he would bring home a Pizza for his dinner, but he would always leave some for me in the fridge. I'd eat it for Saturday morning breakfast while I watched Looney Tunes. My dad wouldn't be awake yet, because obviously coming home late he'd want to sleep late. I'd polish the rest of the pizza off myself though :)

For some reason I always look back on that fondly. It was my Saturday tradition when I was a little kid.
 
When I was in College there was a diner in town called Mary Lou's. My roommate and I would head up their most Saturday Mornings. After a couple of weeks the waitress just brought our food without ever taking our order again for 3 years.

My roommate got french toast and I got pancakes with both of us getting 2 eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and toast. Best part was everything came with a side order of biscuits and gravy which my roommate didn't like (one of his few faults) so the waitress just brought out both orders on one plate for me. I think our total bill would be $12.00 and we alternated paying $15 every week.
 
Fried eggs, hash browns with a side of lettuce, tomato and cottage cheese and a slice of grapefruit or orange. This is pretty much my dad's standard Saturday morning breakfast from when I was growing up.

Hashbrowns done, as always, in his late mother's cast iron pan. That thing must have a good 1/4" of seasoning on it :p

It's a shame my dad's vegetarian, some bacon or sausage would really bump that breakfast up to the next level. I have yet to find a greasy spoon that can compete with my dad's potatoes. Anyone can make eggs, but it's the potatoes that make the breakfast.
 
For breakfast on Christmas morning, my Dad used to go all out- sourdough pancakes with real maple syrup and butter, fried eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast. He finally had to cut it out when my grandmother, who puts on a huge dinner in the afternoon of Christmas day, noticed that we were all still too full from breakfast to eat any of the dinner. :)
 
I don't really have any traditional breakfasts anymore, but there is a breakfast I used to eat every Saturday when I was a kid. It's going to sound kind of funny.

That doesn't sound funny, it sounds like a heck of a nice memory! Thank you.

You just said what I was trying to, not the food but the recollection. I was typing food but really remembering the smell of an autumn morning, the way the fog and the silence always made me seem invisible and small, the warmth and the smell of a pipe in the truck on the way home.

Not that there's anything wrong with the food the guys are putting in here. Nice big thick pancakes, hashbrowns . . . mmmmm
 
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Nostalgic breakfast for me is this Indian porridge called dalia. (dhull-ee-ya).. Basically it's cracked wheat in sweetened milk.
Sooooo good! Ate it a ton when I was younger.
 
I have a fond memory of a full Irish breakfast on my first, and only, trip to Ireland, but nostalgia at the moment is a breakfast burrito with extra tater tots. I miss California.
 
Soft-boiled egg on dry toast with a dash of kosher salt and fresh, cracked black pepper. Served with black coffee. Mmm.
 
Soft-boiled egg on dry toast with a dash of kosher salt and fresh, cracked black pepper. Served with black coffee. Mmm.

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You eat that, and I'll stick with the biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon.

Wait a minute.....

I mean bacon with a side of biscuits and gravy. :thumbup1:
 
I have a couple actually...

Every christmas morning my dad would fix a huge breakfast, homemade biscuits, gravy, hashbrowns, bacon, fried eggs (in the bacon grease of course), usually have some locally made apple butter or jam. What I remember the most is while my sisters and I were opening presents, he would go to the kitchen, fix him and mom some coffee, and come in with big glasses of chocolate milk for me and my sisters. 20 some years later I still get a craving for chocolate milk while opening presents on christmas morning.

Another one would be getting up before dawn to go fishing with my dad and grandfather on the lake and stopping on the way at a local restaurant for biscuits. On the lake in the summer watching the sun come up wetting a line and enjoying a nice sausage/egg/cheese biscuit with a Pepsi. Good stuff.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories with this thread. :thumbup1:
 
Biscuits and gravy...Ahh yes... The odd thing is for me is that these don't seem to hold the nostalgic place for me that they probably should, given where I've been!

As a Yankee, when I first heard the term I pictured biscuits with brown gravy...Wrong...:lol: In my mid teens I spent a few years in Texas, and biscuits and gravy were served every morning in my high school cafeteria. But, since I was the only guy who volunteered to grab a few cadets and go put the flags up every morning I didn't have any damn time to try them. When I came back to Indiana, I found that since I'd left the whole biscuits and gravy thing had caught on. Now I LOVE those things!

The other thing I learned while down south is how REAL chicken fried steak is supposed to be done! I had it the first time at a cracker barrel, and a few more times at a mom and pop restaurant that really knew how to make classic southern food.

I have a fond memory of a full Irish breakfast on my first, and only, trip to Ireland, but nostalgia at the moment is a breakfast burrito with extra tater tots. I miss California.

Full Irish breakfast? Care to fill me in, I'm not familiar with that one!

California is a place I'd like to visit, on the list with lots of other places in the Southwest. I've lived in Indiana most of my life, but after spending time in Texas, I regret not being able to go see some other parts of the US.
 
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You eat that, and I'll stick with the biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon.

Wait a minute.....

I mean bacon with a side of biscuits and gravy. :thumbup1:


Don't get me wrong...I likes me some biscuits and gravy, too. And some CFS, hashbrowns and a few eggs "up", as well. But the simplicity of fresh eggs on toast is hard to beat.
 
Full irish Breakfast

In Ireland, as elsewhere, the exact constituents of a full breakfast vary, depending on geographical area, personal taste and cultural affiliation. Traditionally, the most common ingredients are bacon rashers, sausages, fried eggs, white pudding, black pudding, toast, sauteed, sliced potato, and fried tomato.

I always got cold cereal, tea or coffee, and a selection of toast as well.
 
Full Irish breakfast? Care to fill me in, I'm not familiar with that one!

California is a place I'd like to visit, on the list with lots of other places in the Southwest. I've lived in Indiana most of my life, but after spending time in Texas, I regret not being able to go see some other parts of the US.

I spent 2.5 years in working SoCal and loved it. I'd go back in a heartbeat.

Full Irish - many years ago my father and I went on a fishing trip, arrived at the Pub B&B in Ballconnell, County Cavan a little after 9am, after traveling most of the night to get there from London.

The landlady asked if we'd eaten and on hearing that we hadn't, insisted on putting together 'a wee bit of breakfast', even though we weren't due to check in until the afternoon.

We unloaded the car and came back to a table of cereals, toast, irish soda bread and fruit juice. Perfect. As we were eating, the landlady asked how we liked our eggs. I don't, and I forget how my Dad takes his, but that's what he told her. What proceeded to happen next was a procession of lovely local produce being delivered to the table. Eggs, Sausages, British style bacon, Black pudding, tomatoes, mushrooms, sauteed potato cubes, more toast with lashings of salty butter and probably some other stuff I don't remember.

Needless to say, we didn't need lunch and that theme continued for the rest of the week - apart from one day where we (and the other guests) decided to have a 4am start, so would have to skip breakfast. To our surprise, about 8am, the landlady came out to the lake we were on with a cool box loaded up with steaming hot sandwiches, with various combinations of sausage, egg and bacon fillings plus flasks full of tea/coffee.

What a great week that was.
 
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