Shit on a Shingle. Dad was a WWII vet and sometimes he'd want Shit on a Shingle just like they served in every Army chow hall of his era. He liked it, we all did. Mom wouldn't call it that, she'd call it SoS. Being uncouth northerners we didn't know about biscuits n' gravy, the white gravy made with finely chopped breakfast sausage on a fluffy biscuit. Our Shit on a Shingle was made Army style, chopped hamburger in white gravy spread on toast. It was only later in southern climes that I learned about Biscuits n' Gravy, which is much better than Shit on a Shingle. I still like it (Biscuits n' Gravy, not SoS), especially on long drives. You're in a motel and head to the nearest Denny's or waffle joint and order Biscuits n' Gravy. You get about three days worth of carbohydrates right there on one plate. Maybe some bacon on the side so you get a sodium refill as well. I never served my kids SoS, I loved them too much. They'd get Cap'n Krunch and maybe a waffle now and again. .