Breakfast of Champions

I have a love affair with food that looks like shit but tastes good. I love mish-mashed piles of brownish-tan savory mounds of starchy and spicy goodness.

You can tell the social-economic status of a person's background by the way they approach food.

When the person you are eating with asks you, "Did you get enough?" more than likely he or she is from a family of lower economic status where the concern is whether or not you are leaving the table hungry.

A person who is more concerned with the taste of the meal is probably from an upper middle-class upbringing. For this culture having enough to eat is a given, whether or not it tasted good carries more importance.

Rich folks, well they like their food to look good. Presentation becomes more important the higher up the economic food chain you go.

So I guess you would place me kind of in between the first two categories. My cultural upbringing was lower working-class so I am innately concerned with having enough (an unfounded concern which I try to overcome), while at the same time I want food that tastes good (very middle-class). I don't give a rats ass what it looks like, go figure.

Anyway, I threw together a breakfast of fried potatoes, chorizo (soy, of course), and eggs this morning and thought I'd share. Oh and one part orange juice, three parts Squirt tops it off.