I got a huge ham steak in order to enjoy it a little at a a time by flavoring some of my favorite dishes like ham and beans. As I got down to the last little corner piece of it I was hankering for a nice breakfast hash and it seemed like the perfect flavor. I think calling it hash could actually annoy purists, so I'm calling it a scramble.
After the potatos were perfectly cooked I beat two fresh eggs and added them, folding gently until they were cooked through.
Ketchup as a condiment would fight with the ham, but the fresh tomato slices were lovely.
I got out one of my great aunt Emma's juice glasses for a rare breakfast juice treat and want to point out its size. Four ounces of juice was common in her day. It's really enough juice.