Sunday, August 26

Go To Work On An Egg! *

* (Something in my memory tells me this slogan was invented by the novelist Fay Wheldon, when she worked in advertising. I am sure someone will correct me if I am wrong.)

And, now, by special request, Breakfast Porn!

In a comment a few days ago Amalee mentioned that she loved "holiday breakfasts". I think I know exactly what she means.

Most working days for me start with a cuppa, and some cereal or an apple, eaten in a rush and leaving me feeling slightly icky afterwards. Holidays are one of the few times when we can just take our time, warm up slowly, and, if we feel like it, we can indulge.

Breakfast ingredients on Crete are of variable quality. The "bacon" is usually streaky, cut far too thin and industrially packed. despite this, it cooks quite well, producing a decent amount of fat, and you can get it crispy if you wish. (Most Greeks don't seem to.) "Sausages" on a Cretan menu are normally frankfurters, and undistinguished. However, the star of the morning repast in Crete, and indeed anywhere in Greece, is the egg.

Greek eggs are what they used to be like in the U.K. They are always golden, perky and rich. They always have a luxurious freshness about them, wherever you buy them.

To enjoy them at their best, try scrambling them. Most self-catering apartments just have a two ring electric stove top, so if you want bacon, fry that first. Then just scramble a box of eggs and anoint your plate with golden creaminess. If you like (We Liked) You can fry some bread in the bacon fat...


Breakfast #1. Scrambled egg, bacon, fried bread.

Adding some of the cooked new potatoes from your previous lunch and some peppers and fried onion gives you a beautiful base for a substantial "Spanish" omelette...



(We were too busy eating to photograph the finished Omelette).

And a special shout out to the "Irish Taverna" (Which also does Thai food in the evening, very Irish). This place produced a "Full Irish" breakfast which was notable for including fried potatoes, mushrooms that weren't from a tin, and sausages that were "Almost home-made". I questioned the Irishman about that. The sausages (95% pork) were homemade, but by a Greek lady in the village. She should open a place of her own. They were delicious...



"The Full Irish" In All It's Glory...

I am aware that, to some, breakfast is an opportunity to leave healthy offerings at the door of the Temple that is their bodies.

Even we feel like that sometimes. So, take rich, 10% greek yogurt, ripe nectarines and peaches, grown up the road, and add these babies...


...Which were growing over our patio...

And you have...



...The Healthy Option.

Enjoy, and Have A Nice Day Now!

1 comment:

Amalee Issa said...

...just fallen off my chair! this is one heck of a post!