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Sunday Brunch

weekend brunch
I love a good brunch, nay, I adore it. Lazing and grazing are the key ingredients for my perfect weekend morning.

The local newsagent opens at 9am, and I am usually there shortly after, purchasing the paper and any other accoutrements required for a successful weekend brunch. I have to have good coffee, I get very upset if I run out. The last time this happened, I found myself rushing to Monmouth Coffee in Covent Garden, buying an extremely large bag of ground coffee, for fear it should happen again. Good eggs are also important, and these my local shop does not stock, so I try to keep a surplus of Burford Browns for this pleasure. Often, I like to include the wonderful but humble potato.

Like much other things my weekend mornings are routine. The first step, following such an exertion as a trip outdoors early on a weekend morning, is to head back to bed with a cup of fresh coffee, black with a little sugar, and the paper. First stop, the food pages to read the recipes, reviews and wine pages. Bliss. Then the tummy starts to rumble, and I start to think about breakfast, but I am lazy, and absorbed in my paper, so it’s inevitably a brunch, a little later, washed down with a second strong coffee.

What is the brunch? I experiment frequently, but I do adore a good hash. Fried boiled potatoes, with something porky, bacon or chorizo in the main, some onion, some herbs, and a fried egg. A simple pleasure, but one that keeps me very happy.

Today’s was some Gubbeen salami, brought back from my recent trip home, some fried onions, slightly over-boiled potatoes with just enough extra moisture to make them squishy while still holding their shape. I squished them some more with a fork and roasted them with the fried onion and salami for 10 minutes, just long enough to crisp them. As they were crisping, I fried the egg, bright white with a perfect golden yolk. I dashed to the garden for some fresh chives, snipped them into the potato hash and served it with the glorious fried egg on top.

Diets? Who needs them?! Weekends? More please!

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10 Comments

  1. fingersandtoes says

    As soon as I saw that yolk I knew it was a Burford Brown! Yum.

  2. laura says

    Wow, what a yolk colour on that egg. My brunch addiction used to be buttermilk pancakes, but at the moment, french toast or “eggy bread” as Hugh FW calls it. Egg mix with a teaspoon of vanilla and some buttermilk and stale bread. Seriously addicitve for me. The abundance of delicious fresh summer fruit to stew mildly and put on top of the sugared eggy bread is just too much temptation. Course, the fruit has to be slightly tart to overcome the sweetness. I keep thinking about savory french toast, with cumin seed and maybe some chirizo on top. I wonder how that would work out. I think I might try your brunch recipe as a supper. :-) It looks delicious.

  3. I really admire your patience, I plan my breakfast the night before and am never able to wait until later in the day for brunch!

    I’m a big fan of going back to bed though, I prefer tea to coffee though and tend to watch Saturday Kitchen rather than read the paper.

  4. This sounds sooo divine, I really want to start a Sunday routine where I’m reading the paper in bed with my herbal tea and cooking something scrummy in the mid-morning. Geez, how do you do it?? I usually settle for a croissant and youtube. :P I’m learning though! I’ll try your recipe with potatoes and onions, it sounds delish. Naimah.

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