Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home

 “I can see why,” my Mother said.
 My wife, Nichol, had recently received the recipe for a dish I grew up with as a kid, liver pudding.
 It’s not really pudding, and in fact, the taste and texture seems more akin to a meaty hash brown.
 Whatever the name, it was a breakfast staple when we were kids.
 From what I understand of Jaternice, that seems to be from the same general idea, though my family was German rather than Czech.