Posted by Jeffrey on February 06, 1999 at 22:56:04:
In Reply to: Re: AN ENGLISHMANS BREAKFAST posted by Mary on February 06, 1999 at 12:08:00:
Dearest Mary
My you trouble me gratly with those curt comments.
In this Fair Isle breakfast has been and still is the main meal of the day to restart the rested engines of our anatomy.
How can you account for history, Victorian Edwardian and the rest when breakfast ie coming from Break the Fast of the night, built a mighty country and Empire towit.
Any day and every day boffins come up with ideas about this and that and that we are killing ourselves when in fact we are not.
A balance of activity and less worry, and live for you only have this one chance .... is my motto and I am fit and will only leave this planet when I am ninety seven.
Why, because I believe it already and Mary if you believe you have ninety percent of the problem solved.................
Jeffrey
: Hi guys......I can hear your arteries hardening
: from here. I take it the food pyramid theory
: hasn't reached you guys yet. hahahaha.......
: Mary (who gained 10 pounds from reading the menu)
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: : 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,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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: :
: : : : 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 :)