There are a few things that Americans don't have in common with the British. An inexplicable desire to call a handbag a "pocket book". (Pocket. Book. You don't put it in your pocket. It's not a book. I just don't get it!) Carrying those silly little dogs around on the subway in said pocketbooks with in-built breathing screens. Again, not only do I not get the teeny dogs (there are plenty of rats around with no home in NYC), but how is it OK to carry your dog around like it's luggage? Not to mention carrying it when you're off the subway, because little dogs can't, er, walk? And tacos. We British don't really understand the taco either. We call them "tA-cos" and you call them "tAH-coes". We're good at bastardizing anything that's a bit foreign.
Why do I feel the need to rant? Because I got stuck in between Manhattan and Brooklyn on the subway for 45 minutes with a tiny dog in a pocketbook, missing most of the sunset and the little sunshine I had been craving all day. But I made it just in time, and enjoyed a little piece of my adopted country's cuisine; the taco, with what was left of the sunset behind the bridge I got stuck under.
If I make fish tacos for dinner, I may as well make some good old fashioned kedgeree for breakfast, I say. What's "kedgeree", I hear you ask? It's yet another English food that's going to disgust my American friends.
But don't be scared my dog-carrying, taco-eating compadres! Kedgeree is an English breakfast, albeit an old fashioned one. A mix of rice, eggs, fish, parsley and curry powder. Yes, it sounds like a strange breakfast but I can assure you, it's good. Try it, I'm sure you'll come around.