Month: December 2011

On breakfast for dinner – Bacon and egg sandwich

When home means finally-untangled hair, the sound of waves that won’t quit our minds – oh and of the shower he’s into two-open-doors away while this song is playing on repeat, only rain hitting the skylight is missing for the orchestra.

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Too large a cotton t-shirt. And a pair of knickers. With matching wool socks. Of course.

Oh yes, when home means all of that, it seems to me the situation kind of calls for breakfast for dinner. Preferably involving bacon, and perhaps an egg or two. Or even better, an egg with two yolks.

Like a happy surprise that, all of a sudden, makes up for the so-very recent past.

Slice two English muffins in half. Heat a spoonful of butter in a pan. And crack two eggs open. Season with Maldon sea salt and freshly ground black pepper. Plenty of it. Add a couple of slices of smoked bacon along the side.
Toast the muffins until just golden brown.
Pile the bacon and eggs on the muffins. Squeeze a little brown sauce or ketchup on top. And close. Eat, possibly sat on the floor or wrapped in a wool blanket. Go to bed, hoping for rain – or more.
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Bonjour décembre

[Hello December]

December is made for kissing in the mist, warm nights of magic rush and cold pink dawn, foreseen epiphanies, and perhaps, most importantly, mulled wine.

A short welcome to this new month, because – believe me or not – some things are better left unsaid.

Yes, at times, silence is golden.
So are the blurred roads – barely lit by street poles – that will lead us to Cornish lands for one night of endless lingering.

What will you enjoy in silence?

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