Posted by Jeffrey on February 06, 1999 at 06:07:29:
In Reply to: Re: AN ENGLISHMANS BREAKFAST posted by BYRON on February 05, 1999 at 07:44:30:
Good Heavens,
How could I have forgotten that punget taste that hits the palate as the tomatoe mixes in.
So right Robin and not so long until I shall serve you same, but I am damned if I have to serve it in bed, to you, and I know you well.
Love DaDD
PS Of course should Vally demand so then I will be in beside her like a flash,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
: : 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 :)