Showing posts with label breakfasts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breakfasts. Show all posts

Monday, 16 May 2016

Call that a breakfast? The diabolical Hemsley sisters and their veggie mania.



Jasmine and Melissa  Aren't we thin?


Now the idea of two attractive young sisters presenting a cookery programme in floaty dresses should be ideal for the Legatus.  But I have just been driven to distraction by watching Eating Well With Hemsley + Hemsley which had its second episode today (note the trendy replacement of the ampersand with a plus sign to make them look like an architects firm or a trendy lifestyle brand  -which is obviously what they want to be). "We can't believe we have our own TV show!" gush the girls on their website.  No, we can't believe it either as your on screen style is extremely irritating, as you twitter around like Kiki the Frog from Hector's House


Kiki the Frog shows what happens to you if you eat too many vegetables


Melissa and Jasmine are half Filipina which explains their slightly exotic look and their insistence on cooking everything in ghee (which used to be considered really unhealthy but is now considered healthy, apparently).  Jasmine used to be a model so had to be a professional twiglet but both look seriously underfed.  Their healthy eating blog/TV show/recipe book is also full of meditation/mind-body interface New Age hippy nonsense. They are believers in biodynamic agriculture; a 1920s precursor to organic farming with added metaphysical and spiritual elements which "embraces the mystery of all life processes, including the subtle and energetic realities that are not necessarily easy to measure or justify using current scientific methods." Hopeless bunkum, therefore. If you can't measure it by scientific methods it's just fantasy!  Biodynamics has the planting of crops guided by the moon's position in the constellations of the zodiac. Three constellations are connected to each element, and each element is related to a part of the plant: thus, Earth – root; water – leaf; air – flower; fire – fruit.  Good grief!

Today, they showcased their "healthy" cooked 'full monty' breakfast.




You can tell everything about this horrific concoction by looking at a picture of it.  A full monty?  Perhaps, if you are a twittering, metropolitan, meditating twiglet girl. There should be no green food at breakfast. Ever! Asparagus?  Spinach?  Seriously?  Even worse, it is all baked in the oven!  Baked spinach with baked eggs on top! Argh! Disgusting.  I am sick of people (such as the Old Bat) banging on about how delicious vegetables are.  You know, they're really not! People eat vegetables because they are told they are healthy, they actually have no sense of taste or they are too squeamish to eat meat.  No one really likes them!  Except girls and that is because they are fixated on being thin, as they worry more about what they look like rather than what they do.  Courgettes, broccoli, leafy green vegetables etc. all taste of water with added iron filings.  Swedes, carrots, parsnips etc. taste like wood.  Ugh!




They then made a disgusting bolognese ragu with far too much grated carrot and served it with cold spiralised courgettes.  They seem to be the leading prophets of the incomprehensible spiralised vegetable movement in the UK. They have their own branded spiraliser, of course. I will not be watching them again!




In contrast, I have been enjoying Rick Stein's cooking series, where he goes to a European city for a long weekend.  He has been to Bordeaux, Reykjavik, Berlin and Vienna.  Stein (unlike the twittering Hemsleys) has a very engaging TV style   He doesn't faff about with healthy cooking methods either.   Taste is king.  In fact the amount of butter he uses alarms even me!  He has a fundamental flaw, though, which to me is as incomprehensible as a love of vegetables.  He has an inexplicable fixation on fish.  It is almost a fatal flaw from the point of view of cooking programmes.  So when he visits somewhere like Berlin or Vienna, which are both meat eating centres, ostensibly he goes back to his kitchen to then cook a local dish from the city he has visited.  But in the last two episodes not having had any fish in the city, he then goes home and cooks fish dishes.  I know he has made a career out of being Britain's Mr fish (who on earth voluntarily eats fish in a restaurant?) but really this is cheating!




Shudder!  Fish and vegetables!  I need to cheer himself up now.  This is a proper breakfast, which I had in February at Morrison's supermarket cafe.  Note the complete lack of green! The banana is to take home to the Old Bat, Another worthless foodstuff, bananas taste like slimy, compressed cotton wool. Fruit is for monkeys!

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Full English Breakfast: The Magic Nine at Sainsbury's



I was having breakfast at Sainsbury's on Sunday and noticed that they had all the constituents for the Magic Nine of the Full English Breakfast.  Now although I knew you could pay extra to have additional items added to your big breakfast, as I usually order an extra egg, I hadn't spotted that there was another short list of things you could order on top, which included mushrooms.  So by ordering the big breakfast plus mushrooms and black pudding I could achieve the Full English Breakfast, albeit a rather bargain basement version.  In fact paying 79p for one rather under-cooked mushroom wasn't really good value but it enabled me to record, for the first time, a breakfast featuring the Magic Nine.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

What is a Full English Breakfast?

Garfunkels, Terminal 4, London Heathrow Airport, October 2010


I was having lunch with an old friend the other day and we were discussing cooked breakfasts.  Her view was that baked beans were not part of a proper English breakfast and should never be eaten before 6.00pm.  This is an assertion I have heard before, and although I feel that this is a ridiculous notion, it does raise the important question of what does, indeed, constitute a Full English breakfast; one of Britain's great contributions to international gastronomy.  This does not mean, of course, that I don't have my own preferences but I am not tied to externally imposed "rules".


Langham Hotel, London, February 2011


Eschewing the effete bread-based efforts of our continental cousins the cooked English breakfast really came to the fore in the nineteenth century and certainly helped fuel the industrial revolution and assist Britain's rise to the greatest Imperial power the world has ever seen.  Try and run the world by starting the day on a few flaky croissants or some slices of cheese and ham and see how far you get!  

The proper constituents of a Full English breakfast are as controversial as what goes into a Bolognese sauce, Poulet Marengo or a Salad Niçoise.  So let's have a look at the candidates.  I will illustrate them with pictures from my own breakfast experiences!


Eggs

Hotel Inter-Continental, Lusaka, December 2010


These can be fried, scrambled or poached.  The Legatus much prefers fried eggs but will cope with scrambled, although it is very difficult to get good scrambled eggs in a restaurant, unless prepared to order and impossible in a hotel buffet where they usually take on the same consistency as that marbled foam rubber used in cheap furniture.


Fairmont Hotel, San Francisco, October 2009


Poached eggs used to be more popular when I was young (my mother used to attempt them; usually with disastrous results) but now they are the breakfast equivalent of wearing a bow tie every day; slightly pretentiously eccentric.  You do sometimes get them in places that serve Eggs Benedict as part of a cooked breakfast.  I've never been convinced by Eggs Benedict: Hollandaise sauce is too rich for breakfast and the muffin is too thick a platform for the egg.  I did have a good one on the Orient Express twenty years ago but that was an exception.


A  goose egg under way at home June 2013


I prefer two fried eggs but have been known to take one large egg (such as a goose or turkey egg) once in a while.  Currently, I prefer duck eggs to hen's eggs.  If I am having scrambled eggs I prefer three or even four, if they are small.  I tend to eat scrambled egg as a separate meal without all the constituents of a Full English, except, perhaps, some chopped ham. 


Omni Hotel, San Franciso, October 2009


Of course, I did not eat eggs for many years as the government and scientists had decided they were bad for you; something they have now done a complete 180 degree turn on.  I have also had a three fried egg presentation once but that was small eggs cooked as one, giving a thicker white.


Bacon


Bongusto Restaurant, Victoria, London, March 2009


People in most countries can produce a good fried egg but when it comes to bacon Britain really does reign supreme.  What passes for bacon in most countries are dark brown, greasy strips of fat cooked until they are brittle; like baked shoe leather and about as tasty.  Proper bacon for a Full English should be back bacon.  Each rasher is made up of one part (the larger part) of pork loin and one part of pork belly. The American brittle bacon is exclusively the fattier pork belly variety.  In fact, quite often I jettison the pork belly piece and just have the pork loin medallions. Properly cooked bacon should be soft not brittle.  Some foreign hotels and restaurants serve ham instead of proper bacon but this is a poor substitute.


Sausages



Grand Cafe Royal Exchange, London, November 2011


You can't have a Full English without sausages (plural, please) otherwise it is just bacon and egg or a cooked breakfast.  These is nothing wrong with bacon and egg but it makes a lightweight start to the day without some serious meat to back it up.  Sadly, most Full English breakfasts in restaurants or cafes are let down by the sausage, which is often of poor quality compared with the bacon.


Chipolatas from Maurice Jones at home, March 2014


This is an area where the home cooked version of a Full English triumphs (in the same way as a traditional Sunday lunch is best at home) as you have complete quality control.  I get my sausages from prize-winning sausage maker Maurice Jones & Sons in Oatlands, Surrey. Vastly superior to anything from a supermarket.  You need to get there early if you want them on Saturday, however!


Arsenale Hotel, Cartagena, November 2013


The variety of sausages you get around the world is startling; including turkey and beef ones in Muslim countries.  In South America I have had spicy ones reminiscent of Spanish chorizo (which just means sausage of course, anyway - "chorizo sausage" is tautologous) which while interesting aren't really right first thing in the morning.


Ritz-Carlton, Philadelphia, October 2009


My worst sausage experience was the sausage meat I had in Philadelphia which was dripping in maple syrup.  Disgusting!


Mushrooms


Côte London Bridge, London, May 2014 


I admit that I don't always have mushrooms if I am cooking breakfast at home but there is a good argument that they are a compulsory ingredient for a proper Full English Breakfast.  Americans can find the fact that we have mushrooms for breakfast in Britain, rather odd.  In fact they are one of the newer ingredients as they have only been cultivated in Britain since, surprisingly, the mid-twentieth century.  What you get in restaurants varies between whole or halved small button mushrooms, sliced larger cup mushrooms or a whole or sliced large flat mushrooms.  I prefer the middle option. Never, never tinned mushrooms though!


Tomatoes



Gossips Cafe, Yarmouth Isle of Wight, August 2011


These are another compulsory ingredient (even more so than mushrooms).  Fried or grilled they should be soft to the point of disintegration.  They should not have, as some hotels offer, cheese on them.  Even worse are the places that put pesto on them.  They should also not be tinned.  There is an increasing fashion in London for more upmarket places to serve plum tomatoes sliced in two vertically but, again, this is a bit prissy.


Toast

Sainsbury's Cobham, May 2014


This is usually served on the side but the Legatus likes it as an integral part of the full plate.  When I was small I would be given egg, bacon and fried bread for breakfast but fried bread is disappearing before the onslaught of the healthy eating brigade.  Frying a slice of bread at least doubles the calories but as a typical Full English breakfast comes in at about 1000 calories plus that really isn't going to matter that much.  I tend to have toast rather than fried bread as it is more absorbent for soaking up bean and tomato juice etc.


Baked Beans


Churchill Cafe, Whitehall, London, November 2011


Baked beans seem such a staple of a Full English that I was genuinely surprised by those who maintain that it shouldn't be included.  I would venture that such people are in the minority now and that their insistence that beans should only be eaten after 6.00 pm is rather akin to those who insist on saying "an" when the following word begins with an "h".  They are technically correct, perhaps, but the English Breakfast, like the English language, is constantly evolving.  Britain makes and consumes more baked beans that any other nation on earth; to the extent that in February this year a government minister here was trying to encourage people to eat less of them to avoid the excess generation of gases that contribute to global warming.  I am not joking!  The UK version of baked beans is very different from those served in the US which have more than twice the sugar in them.  In fact, Heinz Baked Beans, which were first imported from America and sold as a luxury item in Fortnum & Mason in the nineteenth century, are now exported to the US, having been made here since 1928.  They started to become part of a cooked breakfast during the Second World War when there were very few tomatoes in Britain as these had always been produced in the Channel Islands which were, of course, ocupied by the Germans. Today many places offer an option of baked beans or tomatoes but not always bothg.


Potatoes


Giraffe, South Bank, London, February 2011


These are another controversial ingredient.  Probably, traditionally, bubble and squeak, a fried mixture of shredded potato and cabbage, was included in earlier versions of the Full English.  This has now, largely, been supplanted by American hash browns, saute potatoes or chips (French fries for our American cousins).  I have had shredded potato mixed with other things in foreign hotels.


Royal York Hotel, Toronto, August 2010


I would venture that chips are really only served when the Full English is served at lunch time lunch as an "all-day breakfast".  This is certainly the practice in the breakfast Nirvana that is Eegon's of Cowes.  For their larger breakfasts they serve saute potatoes.  I have never been that fond of hash browns but they are more digestible in the morning than solid potato.  Producing potato dishes as an accompaniment to a Full English at home really does add an extra level of complexity to the whole performance, however.


Black Pudding



Sheraton Hotel, Edinburgh, September 2013


Is black pudding (a blood sausage) a part of an authentic Full English or a regional variation in the manner of cockles (yes, really) in Wales, Soda Bread in Ireland or haggis in Scotland?  The traditionalists maintain that it should be included and, certainly, it was certainly part of the cooked breakfasts served at my college, although that had a lot of people from the north of England as students.  The Legatus, being from the south, thinks that this is a northern affectation but it certainly adds to the finished article.


Eegon's, Cowes, Isle of Wight, August 2013


So, according to some writers, these are the "magic nine" ingredients which transform a "cooked breakfast" or "fry up" into a "Full English breakfast".  As we have seen, however, there is not universal agreement on this.  I have also had, onion rings and steak included, especially in the terrifying Steakfast from Eegons; the only cooked breakfast in the world I was unable to finish.


Braid Hills Hotel, Edinburgh, August 2016


Latterly, since I have been spending more time in Scotland I have added haggis to my home-cooked breakfasts; usually in small fried slices but occasionally using the leftovers from a complete haggis.  When in Scotland, of course, I always have haggis in my breakfast.



Waldorf Astoria, Edinburgh, February 2013


Interestingly, in checking through my photographs I realise that I haven't actually had a breakfast with all the "magic nine" in it.  The closest I have got was this superb example from Scotland which had haggis but no potato and fried bread instead of toast.  Something to strive for still!