Happy Hour Chicken Nuggets | When I was kid in North Andover, Massachusetts, I used to eat chicken nuggets everyday for breakfast. And I mean everyday. It was the true breakfast of champions. Or it was just plain weird and I have no idea why my parents let me do it. I used to go through one of those giant frozen bags and a bottle of BBQ sauce by sunset, only to rise again the next day to depopulate the chicken world. I’ve since changed my breakfast menu (in case you were wondering), but that doesn’t mean I still don’t get nostalgic about my nuggets. And when I do, we go all out in my kitchen.