I was 4 when I slept over at Joey Castellano's house and had my entire culinary weltanschauung shattered. At the breakfast table, I saw a plate of doughnuts. What else did people eat for breakfast? Ice cream? Hershey bars? Was everything outside my home thrilling, scary food anarchy?
My parents used some kind of 1970s, value-neutral explanation that I nevertheless heard as "Catholics are weird." So I felt safe in my codified breakfast world until last month, when I saw a McDonald's billboard advertising CHICKEN FOR BREAKFAST. The chain's new Southern Style chicken biscuit made me question exactly why we accept...