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>>>- warm cereal (oatmeal or other types)
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>>I never here that referred to, over there, as porridge, as we do.
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>When I was a kid, we called it porridge. Today we [mostly] call it oatmeal. I don't know when, where, why or how the change happened.
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>>>- bacon and eggs (boiled, scrambled, omelete)
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>>Or a "Full English Breakfast": Sausage, fried egg, bacon, beans, fried mushrooms, grilled tomato, fried bread, maybe fried potatoes, big mug of tea.
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>On weekends, I'll restaurant it and have what is a fairly common breakfast here. Sausage or bacon and eggs, toast, hash brown potatoes, and either tea or coffee.

Have you been to "The Mucky Duck" in the outskirts of Toronto (can't remember the district)? All you can eat brekkies, whatever you want. I saw some idiot there go and fill up his plate (and I mean "fill") with home fries or some such. I thought "Either you're a complete gannet, and can force even more down, or an idiot who doesn't know how such places work". What was the point?!

Anyway, I really enjoyed that place.

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>I usually opt for sausage, tea, and rye toast. They only ever verbally offer white or brown toast, but they always have rye. They don't offer it openly because rye costs about twice as much, but they can't really charge extra for it. My eggs, being that I'm a civilised person, are always sunny side up.
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>>Some idiots eat that regularly. For me, I only eat it as part of a calorie-controlled hang-over cure, or when setting out on a long journey where I don't expect to be able to eat for a while :-)
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>>>- pancakes (usually only made on weekends since they take more time)
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>>American pancakes with butter and maple syrup! - Droooooool. One of my favourites, esp. with crispy bacon.
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>Mmmmmmm... Buttermilk pancakes with real maple syrup. Yes! Unfortunately, the stuff in the restaurants often isn't real maple syrup. Of course at the cost of maple syrup it's kind of understandable.

My cousin in Toronto used to be married to a farmer, out Beaverton way. They had their own maple trees and tapped their own syrup. It had an unusual smokey note to the flavour. You could eat it till the cows come home. She's bring over huge jars of it for me. Now though she's married to a city accountant so that had to end. :-(

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