Chocolate wafers, chocolate bar, chocolate cream, almonds wrapped in chocolate. You get the point.
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We call it ... breakfast.
Okay, okay. The most similar thing to that, if you got it in a cafe or restaurant, is usually called a "classic" breakfast. Typically, the standard is two eggs, however you want them, bacon or sausage (not both), hash browns, and toast. No baked beans. (In Murika, baked beans are mostly for eating with barbecue or grilled meats. No, grilled meat and barbecue are not the same thing.) No bubble and squeak. Coffee, not tea. Optional: pancakes or waffles instead of toast. Corned beef hash. Omelet.
At home, though, seriously, we would just call that breakfast. Or maybe a hot breakfast. Typically, for most people, it's a weekend thing; weekday mornings are too rushed. I agree that a hot breakfast (any ol' time of day) is spectacular.
Not in New England. In my youth, baked beans were the Saturday night staple, most often with hot dogs--boiled or steamed, not grilled, and many New Englanders would then have them for breakfast (sometimes with steak and eggs) on Sunday morning.
Musty-fusty-dusty in a bad briny way. Disgusting to look at, which doesn't help the overall experience, either. I dig earthy, but not like sea urchin.
I'll bet! Yet another reason for being happy I had an agnostic upbringing.And made Sunday School experiences very interesting......
Also happy my mother wasn't one of those who lived by the "if it's on the table you eat it whether you like it or not" rule as I've never been a fan of the baked beans. 
Or hot dogs in those days either. I'll eat them every so often now but have to be in the mood.
Or hot dogs in those days either. I'll eat them every so often now but have to be in the mood.
Also happy my mother wasn't one of those who lived by the "if it's on the table you eat it whether you like it or not" rule as I've never been a fan of the baked beans.
My parents were.........we couldn't leave the table until we had choked down whatever it was. Missed a lot of good Munsters repeats if I recall.
I know, that's those wild and crazy New Englanders for you.
At our home, it was baked beans with homemade bread baked that day or peasoup and dumplings.
Steamed white rice and Kate Beckinsale.....in no particular order.....or one with the other on the side...again...no particular order
Watched my old man push a plate full of fried potatoes and ketchup into my sister's face one time because she kept complaining about having to eat things she didn't like. I'm not sure what was more disturbing, the fact that he did it, or the fact I almost choked to death laughing at her expression of shock....I'm pretty sure that would be child abuse nowadays...
If you mean with hot dogs cut up in them, though, that's beanie weenies. Which is kind of different. We had that for dinner occasionally when I was a kid, although usually it was doctored pork 'n beans (a misnomer if there ever was one). Bleh.
No, the hot dogs were another part of the entree--never cut up into the baked beans. The baked beans were always homemade, not canned, although not necessarily bean hole beans especially in the winter. If you're not familiar with those--the beans are actually cooked over embers in a hole in the ground in a heavy cast iron pot that's then covered with dirt. Quite the process but as someone who doesn't like them anyway, not sure if it makes a big difference in the taste.
Yeah, I think that's just a trick to try to get you to eat them.