The following morning I rise from my food coma- hungry.  Didn't I just eat?  Kitchen is still a mess from the night before.  Not much in the fridge other than leftovers.  Nothing but eggs and some spoiled goods.

As long as an egg is involved, the meal can be called breakfast.  I fire up the pans.  First I make a patty out of the mashed potatoes- can this be counted as a potato pancake?  That will take the longest to heat so it goes first.  After the first flip I throw some strips of brisket in.

The leftovers are done contributing- time to focus on the fried egg.  The best way I know how to do this is to tilt the pan so oil gathers in a corner.  I drop my egg in that location.  As it cooks I use a spoon to baste.  Of course, the egg is left runny.

White pepper would have looked better but come on- it's breakfast.