I rather fear that this ‘combining’ of dishes is one of these weird adult ‘moral’ rules that we like to foist on ourselves and other people. Why? God knows why we do it.
And yet… once you let the rules go, you’ll realize that it’s just food, and it probably tastes great. I used to think having eggs for lunch or dinner was weird. Now if I don’t have an egg in my ramen… I’m reaching for the menu to find out if I ordered wrong.
I tried natto… well, it’s gonna take a while… but we’ll become friends one day. Matcha… didn’t like it… until I loved it (with ice cream). Taro was the same. I always had to find the taste key. There are plenty of combinations that on the surface sound weird: sweet and salty yet salt chocolate is a thing, for example. PBJ sandwiches… I love to mix PB with slices of tomato… I add tomato ketchup to white rice… pineapple on salty bacon… If you ain’t tried it, well… you just ain’t tried it.
Mind you I was fussy bugger when I was little: couldn’t stand raisins or dried fruit (dead flies), hated PB and yogurt… yuck. Now I canna get enough of them! Having said that: I really, really can’t eat rice for breakfast. I just can’t. And I prefer a familiar breakfast, if possible. But after 11am… anything is game. Well, except pheasant with lead shot… I think you can keep that… since my IQ is already suspect. LOL!