Right now, it’s half 11 at midnight and I’m making myself a mid-night snack. I’ve always loved bacon sandwiches and remember when my father used to make me these. He made them perfect; I’m not sure what exactly he done to make them so nice. I feel the issues with my bacon sandwiches are to do with the utilities that I have available in-front of me. For one, I’m using a electric heated stove, as opposed to a gas heated stove. I feel there is a difference as you can’t get the egg to come out like you could with a gas heated stove. You can make it crispy and it generally tastes nicer. Number two, I’m using larder, as opposed to oil. – I can’t blame the utilities here; however, this just goes to show that I’m a cheapskate.
Anyways, with all the negatives aside, I still make a damn fine bacon sandwich that I would be proud to share with the rest of the world on this blog. (Just overstating things, a little) Here are glorious pictures of my bacon sandwiches:
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. That is the finest bacon sandwich I have ever laid eyes upon. Wrapped in the finest of breads, Hovis, the picture exposes the succulent tomato sauce encompassing the fine bread at its very depths. It also exposes the bacon and the egg, which have been cooked to the highest of standards. (With lard, instead of oil, and on an electric powered stove)
Just amazing. Nothing else to say, but amazing. /sarcasm
Though it was bloody delicious.
Yeah, I should probably learn how to cook.
