Yes, I grew up in Wisconsin. But no, for some reason, I had never heard of the concept of "breakfast on the farm." Until this weekend, that is, when my family and I took the short drive to West Bend on Saturday to a not-so-intimate affair at the Homestead Acres. In my mind's eye, I expected a few dozen people to gather for pancake and eggs in a field. In reality, we were one of hundreds (and maybe more) assembled for a breakfast operation of enormous scale.