Thanks Dad

So this month I am dedicating a recipe to my dad. It’s the anniversary of his death on Wednesday so I thought it would be appropriate to thank him this month! My dad loved cooking (and drinking at the same time) and he was a bloody good cook even thought the kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it. I have fond memories of our holidays in France where my dad and Jed spent the whole day making 2 massive fragrant pots of muscles, listening to the Stones and drinking those little bottles of beer. I also specifically remember counting 4 boxes of empty bottles after that day! So this month it’s a simple recipe (I don’t want to get the kitchen in too much of a mess!).

The fried egg sarnie. My Mum worked on Saturday and this left my dad in charge of entertaining us. I distinctly remember days spent out in the garden messing about whilst my dad did DIY. Simple food was there for on the cards: bacon sarnies, fish and chips fish fingers but my favourite was fried egg sarnie. Oddly I had forgotten about the joy of a fried egg sarnie, until I met Simon, who taught me how to fry an egg easy over there for eliminating the snotty white but still enabling you to have a runny yolk.

My Saturday treat is a fried egg, fried in butter and some times lightly spiced (inspired buy the book “The bookseller of Kabul”) in-between 2 slices of home made ciabatta bread! Yum.

 

The older I get the more I realise how influential my up bringing has been and as sad and sentimental as it may sound how lucky I was to have such wonderful and inspiring (and slightly bonkers) parents. So thanks Dad for inspiring me, giving me the genetics to be creative, messy and to compulsively hoard especially coffee and tea pots (I knew they would come in handy one day!).