Breakfast hash. I’d never tasted it, much less ordered it. But, ‘The Original’ hash was on my companion’s plate at the famed Otis Cafe on the Oregon Coast. I dug my fork into the mass. When in Rome. Yes, it was delicious. But, one bite was adequate. Cross that off the list. Until yesterday morning, when The Time food section was promoting Turkey Hash as a way to repurpose one’s remaining Thanksgiving bird. Count me in.