A & C Cook: A Brunchtastic Fry Up
A and C had a rare few days to themselves recently as A found out at short notice that an upcoming business trip back to Nigeria was cancelled. With this in mind, they decided to make the most of the Sunday and spend it at home just the two of them.
|Eggciting times over breakfast|
As we were recently in NW3, we stopped by the Budgens: in contrast to the Whitechapel Budgens near A's flat, the Belsize Park branch is essentially a large deli rather than a convenience store. It's been nominated for numerous awards, and with good reason when you see the stuff on offer inside - it's a real delight. A grew up in the area and, being in the know, suggested to C that this would be the place to get the ingredients for the fry up. The results, it's fair to say, could not have been more satisfying!
We picked up the bangers from the fresh meat counter, and while they weren't hugely expensive (50p each), they were spiced with a fantastic aromatic herb and spice mix. Huge and juicy, they were also refreshingly not full of fat, and we had to use extra cooking oil to ensure we didn't scorch our skillet. The tomatoes we picked up were also at the top end of the sorts of thing you get at a supermarket, competing with the tomato punnet man's at Queen's Park farmer's market, but at a fraction of the price.
|Hebrews coffee and tucks in|
C popped out to the local newsagent to pick up a copy of The Observer (Food Monthly beckoned her), and we set to work, working our way through the huge portions of food we'd cooked for ourselves. The roasted garlic pain rustique was a real highlight too: a happy impulse buy, it was absolutely divine toasted and slathered with real butter (A usually insists on margarine). Normally, the amount of garlic used in a loaf this size would be a turn-off, but in this case it really worked. The bread was pungent but sweet and as we'd left the loaf out over night to get a little hard, the crunch on the toast was phenomenal.
|Butter me up|
It took a while to finish everything; we got through much of the paper and needed to go back for refills of tea and coffee, but we ultimately finished everything save a few of the beans. It's rare that we get a lazy morning in with this kind of breakfast and a fry up.
If there's a moral to this tale, it's this: use unexpected Sundays wisely, and there is perhaps no wiser a way to while away a late Sunday morning than over an ever so slightly fancy fry up.