For me, breakfast has always been a special meal. Lunch is usually catch as catch can, and dinner is often too structured, or fraught with family importance. But breakfast has always been the “fun” meal. In my earliest diner excursions, just me and my Dad, I found myself vowing to one day sit at the counter with the big boys and their work boots and worn jeans. And, for my sister and me, “breakfast for dinner” was always a treat.
Now, as an adult, when I travel to a new place, I love to get up early so I can see how locals start their day. From the Italian lack of inhibition at including a sweet on their breakfast plate alongside meat, cheese, and fruit, to the fried mushrooms in the full English breakfast, or American pancakes and bacon, or a Moroccan omelet with cumin, I love breakfast in all its many forms.
Having grown up in the American South, I must confess to a love of grits, sausage with some kick to it, and American buttermilk biscuits. Yet I also love a good tortilla, am mad for brown bread and Irish butter.
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Now, let’s eat.
– Glenn Kaufmann
(Dublin, Ireland – March 2015)