In my growing up years, my Grandma Edith made roast beef hash for dinner. She occasionally called it dry hash, which is a trend I never followed. It just sounds like you left it on the stove a trifle long and a bottle of ketchup will be required. It was tasty, not so dry, easy to make and a nice change of pace for dinner. My preference, though, is for Corned Beef Hash at breakfast. I'm sure this has everything to do with my dad and his love for breakfast out. What a treat it was. Dad and I would run an errand on a Saturday and end up at one or the other of his favorite coffee shops where the only real choices were a lovely cheddar omelet with tomato and rye toast or Corned Beef Hash with a poached egg.
I've made lots of different types of hash over the years -- Corned Beef, red flannel, roast beef, lamb -- all good. So when it's morning and I see a few left over roasted potatoes and some meat, I'm thinkin' hash.
Yesterday, following our wonderful Easter meal, there was the left over ham staring at me and a teen man doing the same thing. His morning words are predictable. Often I hear, "Hi Mama." I almost always hear, "Food?" or the other version, "Food!" So there were were, me, the potatoes, ham, a bit of yellow bell pepper, cherry tomatoes, thyme, tarragon, salt and pepper and the hungry boy. A bit of heat and voila. No egg required.
*(If you need to know, it came out of Britain during the war when rations were a necessity.)