A Fry
Yesterday I had a fry for breakfast and a fry for lunch.
While the earlier fry is a fry I’ve had thousands of times - rashers, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, you know the drill - the later fry was a new one for me.
Once again there were rashers and eggs, your basic core. But this time beside the fried tomatoes there was fried haggis.
And beside the haggis there was fried banana.
Reasons to love travel #297
See Also:
• Chicken Sandwich Imperialism
• Readapting to the Food in Ireland
• Turkeyed Out In Ireland
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Oh wow! I love fried haggis. It’s the bigger and better brother of white pudding, I think. Haven’t had any in ages though. I must talk to our new local butcher about getting some in.
What’s your thinking on the marag? Ebon’ pudding of the Gods or fried blood clot?
Oh I’m very much with the gods on that Sam. Show me a man, woman, or animal that clots with oatmeal and spices, and I’ll show you dinner. Or breakfast for that matter.
I do love White Pudding but its darker cousins of offal and blood are reasons enough to live happily alone.