The “proper breakfast fry-up” that my English friends have served me is a confusing fare, but I don’t fault them for it.
My roots are kind of all over the place, but I love my traditions. For many years we hosted the “Sausage Fest” at our place when I would hand stuff eighty pounds of wursts and grill them for our guests.
We also love our Mexican food here. Tomorrow I’m combining our traditions and I’m smoking a ham for “pulled ham” (not the same as pulled pork) and we’re having pulled ham tacos. I’ve already set my alarm so I can get up early to start the fire and launch the ham.