Breakfast with my dad still looms large in my memory. Mom, though she worked, was always allowed to sleep in, while Dad was up at the literal crack of you know what..My absolutely all-time favorite was what we called “egg in bread,” the oh-so-simple combo of toast in a frying pan topped with an over-easy egg. The Brits call is toad in a hole, but we in New Jersey had our own terminology. Still makes me happy.