Posted by BYRON on February 05, 1999 at 07:44:30:
In Reply to: AN ENGLISHMANS BREAKFAST posted by Jeffrey on February 05, 1999 at 03:38:18:
: An Englishmans Breakfast
: Can there be more of a gastronomic delight than the sight of a well laden plate set well, and with the contrasting rich yolks of two well fried eggs, English breakfast sausage, fried bread done to a turn, the finest of smoked rashers of bacon, and to contrast this pallet of mouth watering colours, just a few fried mushrooms, picked earlier from the due covered fields.
: English mustard and HP sauce along with ground pepper and sea salt, sitting, waiting patiently for their turn to be used in the silver cruet.
: Piping hot breakfast coffee, for tea has long been taken, to finally rub into the taste buds all the excellence of such a meal.
: After which one can walk tall with the inner satisfaction of a settled mind and stomach for a while..........
I believe there is no more delight than an English Breakfast...
Nothing more satisfying... Indeed nothing quite as greasy...
but as I sat here drooling... Imagining every tender morsel... I couldn't help feeling
unsatisfied... There was something missing... and then I saw it...
right next to the slightly charred sausage on the plate at 11 oclock...North East of the sunny eggs..
towering above the delicate shriveled mushrooms...
A large, succulent grilled tomatoe charred slightly in its own right...
spewing some of it's juices over the sausage and giving the plate a shimmer as the early morning
sun hit the groove in the plate...
I imagined placing the tomatoe on the fried bread and delicately mushing the pulpy red meat into
the spongey mass...the bread sucking up all the juices so as to create a fat culinary masterpiece..
There is a strategy in eating an english breakfast
It takes years of experience to learn your own process... It cannot be taught...
As a child most parents will try and sway you toward their way of thinking...
Bester tried to tell me to poach the eggs on one occasion...
Sacrilidge...As were his other words of wisdom...
No... not even the Psi Corp can stop me from saving the tomatoe/bread pie for the last.. to mop up the residue of brown fruity HP and
unmistakeble hue of the English Mustard...
I Imagine my plate again...
clean... as if lapped by a dog...perhaps a faint streak of grease that survived the path
of the fried bread and tomatoe...
Perhaps :)