surprise egg and bacon

So I went to a small folk festival last weekend, in my capacity as a Morris Dancer. I prepared well, camping next to an Irishman with a full kitchen. I’d brought the bacon. First morning up, a little shaky after the Jameson’s, and he was on to it. Full fry up: eggs; bacon; pork sausages; tomatoes… it was great. He’d also bought a jar of hot mustard, and I (for the first time ever) discovered that it’s the perfect thing to put on an egg and bacon sandwich. He fried the bacon (thick cut) until it was perfect, just crispy, and the egg sunny side up. I piled it all on to some rather good multigrain bread – one side spread with the mustard, and put tomato sauce on the egg, just in case – and set to. it was one of those meals where you can’t help make a mess. The yolk started escaping as soon as I put the top piece of bread on and all the delicious bacon grease dripped down my wrists. I realised half way through that I was making those little squeaky pleased noises that just slip out sometimes. The mustard was doing its thing in my sinuses, but that wasn’t the real reason for the noises, it was just such a great sandwich.

Crit

I’m a mother of two boys. I work selling organic produce to gullible locals, and in my spare time I run as far as I can. Oh, and I live in Australia, married to a US citizen.