I have mentioned many times that breakfast for me is always tricky. I often know what I shall be having the night before, but often I come downstairs at 5 am, not knowing at all what I wish to eat. Part of the problem is that I eat my breakfast alone!
Luckily, recently, Kimbo had bought me some Duck Eggs, so there was no need to scratch my head for the following morning. Delicious.
If I'm unsure about my desires, I just open the fridge door, and have a good look around. Recently I noticed a jar of Anchovies just waiting to be devoured. Not everyone's Cup of Tea.
And this very morning I remembered a pot of Houmous that I'd just bought. Houmous is a real favourite on toast. I split life into two eras; there is pre-Houmous, and post-Houmous. How did we survive in the pre-Houmous days? I'm not sure, but I think it first arrived in the UK in the late 60's.
I usually make my own, but I was being lazy. Delicious.
On Friday mornings there is no head-scratching. Kimbo always joins me for an early breakfast, and we treat ourselves to a FULL-ENGLISH. German Sausage, Scottish Haggis, Dutch Bacon, and an English Egg. Perfect.
3 comments:
Each of the options you chose looks delicious to me. I think the secret is in the toast. With good toast, you can't go wrong.
Yes, the toast is very important. It must be tasty, and not over-toasted.
That reminds me that I must make some hummus.
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