Today I fixed myself a variation on the Traditional Australian Breakfast - as laid out by dear reader Mel (hi Mel!). My variation was, instead of taking the Weetabix, pouring the milk on and topping with a few canned pear halves and some juice spooned over, I put in the Weetabix first, then the pears, and then I put the juice straight onto the Weetabix, so it soaked in a little. Then the milk. Actually, for all I know, Mel does it that same way.
I also fried up a couple eggs, over-medium, and toasted two english muffins. That sounds like a lot of carbs, but don't worry! I needed both those english muffins - one of them (two halves) got the egg on it - cut in strips and quickly lifted and piled on top of the crunchy muffin, in a yolky heap of eggy goodness! The other muffin (two halves) got the jam. So, it was necessary. I needed both.
Can I say here, I love the yolk? When I take my eggs fried, I always go over-medium, because I like to have a bit cooked hard to go with the runny, and also because I think the yolk benefits from the extra cook time / heat exposure. But I need that hot liquid yolk, golden and tasty! It just runs down into all your nooks and crannies, or soaks into the toast you use to sop up the plate. I love getting my biscuits and gravy involved in the egg yolk, that sticky complicity completes a breakfast mystery. I love getting yolk into the hash browns or home fried potatoes. Some yolk just makes everything breakfasty turn extra delicious! Even when you have a tall stack of flapjacks, and they put the egg on the same plate, and you groan - because really they should give you a side-plate right? Because the syrup...! But you don't complain or ask for a side plate, you just determine to manipulate things carefully. To avoid any noxious mixture. Or so you tell yourself. When inevitably you get a little yolk in the maple syrup, you act all "aw man!" - but secretly, you are all about that bit of cross-contamination! And soon you're "accidentally" getting some yolk on the pancakes too, as you sop the plate with a big forkful of sliced pancake. Aw yeah. You know you secretly love it.
Speaking of nooks and crannies, I conducted a bit of an experiment as well, vis-a-vis the muffins. You know how normally you pains-takingly pull the muffin halves apart, and sometimes it doesn't go well? Well, since I was toasting two, I pulled one apart with my bare hands as usual, and the other I cut clean through with a knife. I wanted to see which method produced superior nook and cranny action.
I thought I was being all scientific, but then I goofed it! Now I'm going to have to repeat the experiment, at some point. It wasn't quite conclusive. For it to have been a fair trial, I should have switched up halves, so that one of each (cut vs. pulled apart) got the egg, and one of each got the jam. That would have been a fair comparison - bite for bite.
My initial impression was, the cut had a slight edge on nooks, but the pulled-apart just killed it on the crannies.
6 comments:
Hi Joe!
I've been wondering how the Weet-A-Bix were going! I notice you still haven't actually said what you think of it :-D
Agreed on the yolk aspect of this post. After I poach my eggs and flop them onto the toast, I put the white part straight into the bin. I was told recently that the white part is actually the baby chicken, but that's not the reason I bin it, I just prefer the yellow-y gooey-ness over the white rubbery-ness.
Boy, that made me hungry.
Thankfully it's almost lunch time.
You know, I'm having an awful hard time with the new post ratings.
Man, they are really messing with my head!
@Mel - Well, I've got a whole box of it! I've only had like three bowls.
You wouldn't want me to give you an album review on track 3 would you? :-D
I never even NOTICE the white part. I eat like a MACHINE. A non-baby-chicken-noticing MACHINE. My powerful molars grind everything into an indistinguishably delicious paste! Then I swallow it down like some kind of... esophagus.
I can't be bothered to poach eggs, but when I go to Zachary's, I order the corned beef hash with 3 eggs poached, and I hollow out a depression in the center of all that hash and potatoes, and I carefully lift those eggs from their dish, letting the residual water drip off, and then I put the eggs in the middle and I just bust 'em up with a spoon and mix all that egg and yolk throughout! Until the whole thing is one glorious thing that I call: breakfast.
@limom - huh? WHAT? I thought - what new post ratings?
I noticed mine weren't displaying. I thought it was a glitch! Does that mean I've lost all my stars forever??!
ARRRRR!
I was getting hungry reading that.
Sounds yummy....mmmmmmm
Your welcome to cook me breakfast anyday :-)
@Branwen - LOL! Really, all I did was fry up a couple of eggs! :-D
I do a darn good job of it, though. I crack 'em one-handed and everything. The rest of it was pretty much cold cereal and toast (well, muffins!).
But it's the little touches that are so important.
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