Saturday morning the Fisherman and I went fishing at the flats. I caught seaweed and a shell, the Fisherman caught a flounder. I don't know, such is the nature of the beast or the fish in this case.
I used a spin rod as it is far to late in the season to be teaching me how to cast a fly rod, which I am ok with, I like the spin rod.
When we got home I went a little hog wild and made a full Irish breakfast for my Fisherman. This was a plan as I made the brown bread a couple of nights before and went to the magical German Kitchen where the blood sausages and good bacon live.
I poached my very first egg with the help of Alton Brown (he is a genius) and look how pretty it is.
It doesn't even look poached, but, trust me it is.
|first poached egg|
Breakfast included: Irish Brown Bread, poached eggs, beans in tomato sauce, blood sausage, bacon roasted potato (not shown) & breakfast sausage (for me I don't really dig on blood sausage).
|Irish Brekkie with Earl Grey tea|
The Fisherman was so proud of this breakfast that showed it to a couple of his fishing buddies. They were impressed (as they should be...look at that egg!!)
It was gobbled up with much enthusiasm and gusto and I believe the phrase, 'you know it's a good breakfast when you need to take a break from easting sausage to eat some bacon.'
We then retired to the couch for a much needed nap. :)