The photo is funny if nothing else. One of the comments I read on Facebook (not on imgur) said “Where’s the rest of the bacon?”
I grew up in Arizona and Hawaii. People who live in the South eat foods for breakfast I never even saw in the West. Grits is one of them. I’ve eaten grits (which look like “Cream of Wheat”) and I like them, but I ate them when I was in the military and only in military dining facilities. That was a long time ago, before I moved out of the barracks (1980).
The wrong pistol is shown. Military veterans would insist on either the M1911 pistol (.45 caliber) or the Beretta M9 (9mm). I fired both while I was in the military. Some might even opt for the AR-15 at the breakfast table. Gotta protect that bacon, right?
No one eats only one egg and I don’t care where you live in the United States. Eggs can be fried, scrambled, poached or hard-boiled, but only one? I don’t think so. Also missing are hash browns, waffles and pancakes. Now, I realize that the European couldn’t include everything, but what he (or she) included was definitely off.
I have never had the “traditional” American breakfast foods daily. Some days I’ll eat oatmeal and some days I’ll eat cold cereal. Some days I’ll eat nothing at all for breakfast. I definitely won’t eat what Filipinos eat for breakfast, which usually includes rice. I don’t like rice enough to make it a breakfast food. I’ve had what they’ve had for breakfast but it was for my lunch, not my breakfast. And I rarely eat lunch.
Some people are under the misguided perception that my wife, Josie, cooks breakfast for me on most days. She rarely cooks for me. Sure, she cooked a lot when our children were young but that ended the first time she went to work at a full-time job. Nowadays, one of my sisters-in-law (Josie’s oldest sister) will cook when I decide I want to eat something other than cold cereal. Most of the time, I even fix my oatmeal.
Josie cooked for me this morning. She made breakfast burritos that consisted of flour tortillas, scrambled eggs, bacon and cheddar cheese. She made too many and we ended up sharing four or five with other people, including her mother. Her mother had to put her teeth in so she could chew the bacon. That 80-year old woman rarely puts her teeth in for anything. She prefers to gum her food into submission.