Breakfast is doubly confusing when considering the limited range of acceptable food options. I really dislike when I'm happily chomping away at something between 8 and 11am and hear a bystander gasp, "For breakfast?!" I could be eating kimchi. I could be eating a carrot. Everyone is confused, but no one as much as me. Why the hell not? Food is food, and I'll eat it when I want.
Right, so I made these little breakfast cups full of all those things (and there aren't many) that staunch Americans consider breakfast-approved foodstuffs. Bacon. Eggs. Buttered Toast.