La prima colazione preferita del mio suocero.

What is it about old Italian men and not eating breakfast?? My suocero gets up in the morning at sparrows fart (that's the early wee hours, aka crack of dawn.. etc.) and not for no particular reason. Whether it's to 'zappa' the garden, to check the wine, to pick through the drying beans or make tomato sauce.. and no more so than during salami 'season', he's up and out the door. Really. Bloody. Early.

And what does he eat?

Nothing save for a biscuit and an espresso (corretto, naturalmente). And he'll run until mid morning on that.

Then it's all on. Fried potatoes, hot peppers and an egg or two (practically poached in the remaining spicy oil). It's a breakfast that sticks to the ribs (if nothing else) and after all the work he's put in, he's earned it.

Mangia!