“There’s a baking of scones; three pots of honey and one of rhubarb jam – she was aye famous for her rhubarb jam; a mutton ham, which you can’t get for love nor money in Glasgow; some home-made black puddings, and a wee skim-milk cheese.” Huntingtower (Penguin) p88
Colonel Alastair Raden, “Having read prayers to a row of servants from a chair in the window--there was a family tradition that he once broke off in a petition to call excitedly his Maker's attention to a capercaillie on the lawn--and having finished his porridge, which he ate standing, with bulletins interjected
about the weather, was doing good work on bacon and eggs. Breakfast, he used to declare, should consist of no kickshaws like kidneys and omelettes; only bacon and eggs, and plenty of 'em.”
John Macnab

 “...a supper of cold ham, an omelet, hot toasted rye-cakes and seductive cheese. He had drunk wine tapped from a barrel and cold as water from a mountain spring, and had concluded with coffee and cream in a blue cup as large as a basin….”
The House of the Four Winds (Penguin) p25

 “Endless veal, which I cannot bide – and what they call venison, but is liker goat – and wee blue trouts that are as wersh as the dowp of a candle – and they’ve a nasty habit of eating plums and gooseberries with Butcher’s meat. I’ll admit the coffee’s fine, but they’ve no kind of notion of tea. Tea has always been my favourite meal, but here you never see a scone or a cookie – just things like a baby’s rusks, and sweet cakes that you’d very soon scunner at…” T
he House of the Four Winds (Penguin) p91

 “The dinner was all that the landlord had promised. There was trout from the hills – honest, speckled trout – and a pie of partridges slain prematurely – and what Archie pronounced to be the best beef he had eaten outside England – and an omelette of kidneys and mushrooms – and little tartlets of young raspberries. It was a meal which Dickson was to regard as an epoch in his life…They drank a mild burgundy, and a sweet wine of the Tokay clan, and a local liqueur bottled forty years ago, and the coffee with which they concluded might have been brewed by the Ottoman whose severed head decorated the Inn’s sign.”
The House of the Four Winds (Penguin
"Hullo, John," said Leithen.  "May I sit at your table?"

The other, whose name was Palliser-Yeates, nodded.

"You may certainly eat in my company, but I've got nothing to say
to you, Ned.  I'm feeling as dried-up as a dead starfish."
John Macnab

“He ordered a great hamper of foodstuffs – the most delicate kind of tinned goods, two perfect hams, tongues, Strassburg pies, chocolate, cakes, biscuits, and, as a last thought, half a dozen bottles of old liqueur brandy.” Huntingtower (Penguin) p100

 “I’ve just been makin’ inroads on one of your divine hams.”
Huntingtower (Penguin) p153

 “Dickson started rapaciously on a second breakfast.”
Huntingtower (Penguin) p155
Myles Na gCopaleen (The Da) gives us the Brother's  views on Eggs:
"The Brother can't look at an egg.”
“Is that so?”
“Can't stand the sight of an egg at all. Rashers, ham, fish, anything you like to mention - he'll eat them all and ask for more. But he can't go the egg. Thanks very much all the same but no eggs. The egg is barred.”
“I see.”
“I do often hear him talking about the danger of eggs. You can get all classes of disease from eggs, so the brother says.”
“That is disturbing news.”
“The trouble is that the egg never dies. It is full of all classes of microbes and once the egg is down below in your bag, they do start moving around and eating things, delighted with themselves. No trouble to them to start some class of an ulcer on the sides of the bag.”
“I see.”
“Just imagine all your men down there walking up and down your stomach and maybe breeding families, chawing and drinking and feeding away there, it's a wonder we're not all in our graves man, with all them hens in the country.”
“I must remember to avoid eggs.”
“I chance an odd one meself but one of these days I'll be a sorry man. Here's me Drimnagh bus, I'll have to lave yeh, don't do anything when your uncle's with you, as the man said.”
“Good Bye.”
The Best of Myles p52
Finally, J.P. Donleavy on Rashers and other Good Things
From The Ginger Man (Penguin) 1968........

“The counter was covered with rich sides of bacon and baskets of bright eggs…” p12

“I tell you, it’s the finest thing in the world. I need it for my brains. Sheep’s head gives brain food.” p64

“I tell you there are good things and pints of the best and pineapples too and fields and guts and lust, soil and bull…” p77

“ Would you like to have some bacon with me? It’s the best I can do. And I’ll also give you a nice piece of fried bread. Would you like that?’

‘I think fried bread is the most delicious thing in the world.’  ” p86
‘I think I would like a nice piece of calf’s liver.’

‘Now, sir, I think I can see you with a lovely bit, fresh and steaming’…” p97

“At his elbow the trusty parcel of liver, brown and blood….” p102

“But now I’ll get back to that Sheep’s head. Eyes – I love the eyes.” p108

“Of toast and one piece dipped in dripping, a slice of bacon and a cup of coffee.” p135

“a plate full of fine, fat sausages, lashings of rashers and a mountain of golden chips…..” p177

“Miss Frost putting a great platter of sausages on the table encircled with mahogany. There was a tablecloth, back rashers. Bowl of milk and pile of neatly cut bread. Sugar.” p195

“Must show that I’m not all absorbed by the sausages” p196

“Bacon and eggs, tea, bread and butter. Yummy.” p213

“He put the black pan over the gas. Caught a corner of grease and melted it off on the edge. Sliding down and vanishing. Passed the knife through the connecting skin and sausage fell neatly into the fat…..my, look at that sausage swell. A spout of richness coming out of there that will drown the whole lot of us, aesthetics and all.” p262