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That looks like something my mum used to make when i was a youngun. I so have to make that tonight - the ultimate comfort food.
Posted by: A G | Tuesday, 23 January 2007 at 12:36 PM
Yummy, novel, proteintastic, and symbolically resonant to boot.
Mmm, eggy in a basket.
Posted by: teigan | Tuesday, 23 January 2007 at 06:52 PM
Is that breakfast? Because it looks like some sort of a breakfast meal.
But then why would you have salad for breakfast?
Or is it only the British who refuse to eat anything that's not sugar or meat for breakfast?
Posted by: Haydermish | Tuesday, 23 January 2007 at 11:17 PM
It was last night's dinner. But it could have been brunch. Hell, it could have been breakfast.
You can do things like eating salad for breakfast when you are an artist. It's a great occupation in that regard
Posted by: teigan | Tuesday, 23 January 2007 at 11:21 PM
Looks pretty darned tasty.
What did you do with the round bits? Wear them?
Posted by: (Not-so) Mighty Mite | Wednesday, 24 January 2007 at 01:41 AM
I fed them to my housemate under the table.
Posted by: teigan | Wednesday, 24 January 2007 at 11:07 AM
My Dad used to cook these on the barbecue when I was a kid. He called it "egg-in-bread". He was an imaginative man, my Dad.
Posted by: CNWB | Wednesday, 24 January 2007 at 05:35 PM