These Boston women cooked up jars/vessels/urns of their city’s famous baked beans, often eaten at Sunday breakfast in days of yore, per the British tradition. What about ye? Hast thou partaken of an English breakfast? Who wouldn’t want to start the Sabbath off with a healthy start of fried eggs, bacon, bangers, half a tomato (why?), a burnt hockey puck, and buttered toast?
Did the Irish later come in and change our whole notion of breakfast by trading beans for potatoes? The only beans consumed in my house for breakfast are refried and tucked inside a breakfast taco.
I Don't Get It 
My husband an our oldest sons would salivate to a disgusting degree over both of these photos. I sometimes cook them a full English breakfast but I serve it as dinner rather than breakfast. My kids grew up calling that “upside down breakfast” because it was the wrong end of the day.
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Ha! That’s perfect. And your oldest sons will eat tomatoes without complaining? Also, why does the patty have to be so black!?
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They actually aren’t keen on the cooked tomatoes element of that meal but they eat the rest of it. What looks like a black patty is actually a slice of black pudding, which is blood sausage. There’s also white pudding and fruit slice if making a Scottish cooked breakfast.
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White does sound better, but there’s already so much meat there in the first place. Can we replace it with sticky toffee pudding instead? Putting to Americans requires sugar.
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I don’t eat meat so I could not agree with you more. Sticky toffee pudding, on the other hand, is something I would eat and eat until I was glutted of it, especially when made with dates.
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Beans are the magical fruit, after all. The same cannot be said of potatoes.
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Point taken.
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I could handle an English breakfast even with the beans. However like you I am more used to refritoes. Oh also you could 86 the hockey puck. That is probably a blood cake made from blood sausage. Not a fan.
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I guess you have to grow up with that blood sausage.
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I reckon. Maybe if it had some texture.
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Yup, blood sausage hockey puck. Have the breakfast, take a metameucil and take kids for a long drive in a sealed car with windows locked. Be sure to announce in advance each time you hot box the vehicle.
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Torture!
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I love me a full English. I order it up every time I visit England! 🙂
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When in Rome
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Can’t stop wondering about the hockey puck blood sausage and the tomato…
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They don’t seem to marry well.
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A big breakfast has its allures, Kerbey, but a burnt breakfast, no thank you. They can keep it over their side of the big pond, and in pockets of Boston, too.
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I also don’t get it😂😂
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You have to put the butter on the toast the moment — the moment — it comes up from the toaster, of you end up with something like that, and I hate that.
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