The Breakfast Ballad

This Breakfast Is Probably an Icon

If you have overdone the bourbon and headbanging the night before, a couple of Boiled Eggs with Toast can sometimes be better than a fry up. (And I never thought Id hear myself say that). Its obviously much lighter on the guts; the ballad to the fry ups thundering drum solo if you will.
But you must cut the toast into 'soldiers' as shown in the photo, this is what millions of British children have gotten used to over the years. And its not simply a tradition, cutting the toasted bread like this makes it easy for the bread to fit into the cracked open egg shell, allowing the hungover mosher to plunge the golden toast into gorgoeus, yellowy, yolky goodness. (Butter and egg yolk are the bomb mixed!)
One thing that has been debated since before Led Zepplin even looked at a stage is how long it takes to boil the perfect egg. Its like the Holy Grail of food. Some say 3 minutes, others say 5, but at the end of the day its up to you whether you prefer runny yolk or solid. Personally I go for messy as hell, meaning 3 minutes are plenty enough for a great egg.

Music to eat this to: Bon Jovi, Van Halen, Poison and Saxon.

P.S. If you would like to purchase one of those funky VW egg cups then they are for sale at Equinox in Tenby.

Oggy, Eggy and Chippy

Who slipped the fried onions in?

First of all, what exactly is an 'Oggy'? Well it has nothing whatsoever to do with Max Boyce's stage intro. Oggy is what I used to call sausages when I was a child. Well I say 'used to', I still do actually. And the above culinary delight that I cooked a few days ago is standard fare in greasyspoons up and down the country. Sausage, egg, chips and fried onion. (Not sure if the onion would be added as this was something I decided to lob in the frying pan at the last minute).
Perfect meal before going and getting Jagerbombed to the sound of thrash metallers Sacred Reich but it is missing something. Bacon! When I was devouring this plate of fried holiness, I was constantly looking under the pile of chips for a rasher of swine, and it did feel less of a meal without it. Another mistake was using one those jumbo sausages they have in chippy's instead of the regular types used in breakfasts. It felt like half fried, half oven baked; a sort of mad cross between eating chip shop grub and a fry up.
Still good stodge mind, setting you up for a good nights headbanging.

Bacon With A Difference

Food To Crash Your Heart Too

That plate of fried goodiness above won't do your arteries any favours but its the perfect remedy after a night on the sauce (the alcoholic kind, not HP). Bacon Grill, sausage, egg, tomato and fried bread. "But what is this Bacon Grill stuff all about?" I hear you ask. Its simply canned pork, which when fried tastes a bit like bacon. Think Spam and you'd be pretty close.
Its not very popular outside the UK, and a lot of Britons don't much like it either, but I friggen' LOVE THE STUFF! Granted its probably one of the unhealthiest food stuffs on the market, considering all that mulched pork rind that goes into it, but since we've recently discovered that supermarkets are passing all kinds of weird fish off as cod, im not too worried.
If you can find a shop that stocks Bacon Grill I highly recommend that you try it fellow moshers. But one warning: its quite filling stuff so go easy on the amount of 'rashers' you chuck in the frying pan.

A Tongue In The Ribs

Ribs: Always wanting more.

Pork ribs, preferably smothered in barbecue sauce, are a bloody delicious (not to mention messy) meal to have whilst shanting (boozing) I remember first having pork ribs in barbie sauce in 1985 when the first Chinese takeaway opened in my hometown and thats the dish my 14 year old self picked from the very weird looking menu. (Bear in mind foreign food was really rare to find back then in such a small town).
So this has always been a firm favourite when I get my mucky paws on it. And boy do I get mucky ! Grease, sauce and alcohol smear my chops like I was a modern day, Mastodon loving, tattooed Henry VIII ! F**king right. These beauties only take 30 mins in the oven, so there is no danger of falling into a Jag induced coma while waiting for them to cook. Personally when im shanting I eat them on their own (around 8 ribs) with a few slices of bread. Sure you can add egg fried rice or a few chips (fries) but I find that too much to pass out on, and the f**king mess rice makes when one is blotto is crazy. You keep finding rice behind the cushions and by the cat bowl a week after eating it.
No, ribs and booze is fine. Best tunes to eat it to ~ Cannibal Corpse, WASP, Obituary, Turisas.