The Loafer sent me a picture of a splendid breakfast the had made the other day. Which got us thinking. What is the perfect breakfast? The Holiday Breakfast. The Christmas Day Breakfast. Or an All Day Café Breakfast after an early start? Here is one that is half way there at least. The Commander in Chief rarely does a sossidge and bacon combo, it's usually one or the other.
Tuesday, 30 May 2023
My perfect breakfast is: Sossidges (plural, 3 if possible). Nice meaty proper ones. Bacon (minimum 3 rashers), smoked back of course. Eggs, fried, nice clean whites and runny yolks . White and black pudding, one round of each. Fried bread (well, that's probably Christmas), just one round of sliced white (triangles please). Shrooms cooked in butter, natch. Fried left over potatoes or mash. Maldon sea salty fresh ground black pepper. Brown sauce, plenty of fruit and tamarind . Proper black coffee, brown sugar of course.. And one round of white toast and butter (triangles again) to mop the plate. Wait you say, what about the beans? Of course there will be beans. Not in a ramekin. Ever. And probably, no, definitely never Heinz. They taste of the tin and are way over priced. More or less any old baked beans, the key is to cook them low and slow so they are soft and sticky, like the proper Café ones, kept warm under a salamander. Now, if someone has gone to make them with haricots, ham hock, home reduced tomato puree, molasses and balsamic vinegar on their Range for hours I'll begrudgingly have those as a second best. Then out with the papers, a big pot of tea and a rack of cold white toast ( triangles) and marmalade.
Which is a long preamble to this weekends Heinz 57 hybrid bothering. Just the one fish on a get out oft the house foray onto Golden Pond. Crane Man on '/my' Island Paradise so a rare venture along the shade, hence colder City Bank. Pretty as a picture now.
Playing about with light link ledgers and striking bites, not runs off the baitrunner. Lead too light on the corn rod as nothing to strike against and the corn was getting blitzed but a slightly heavier lead and mini source saw one hittable take and a spirited dash about on the lighter 1.25 tc rod,.. A flash of copper had me thinking hybrid but it was one of the ponds distinct strains of smaller bream with pointy fins and a set apart colouration.
My post half way there breakfast next day trip saw me hit hybrid pay dirt first cast with the less troublesome flat bed/baitrunner combo. I must have hit the Mother Lode as I had another, and lost one in short order. Fight much better than daddy or mummy it has to be said. First one was around 3lb, the second somewhere around 2lb. (Not 42 inch arms for scale Loafer)
And the smaller of the pair, crushed water mint and all
I've been running down my bait stocks and the last of my mini Source from last year are almost gone, and the 'last cast 'tangle reducing bag was the last of my pva mesh too. Came up trumps with this male tench.
A surprise pikelet and a young gun bream made up the quartet, on what was a pleasant warm afternoon , surrounded by swifts, swallows and house martins.