Bled in Grimsby

In honour of foreign holidays, I thought I'd try a Slovene style breakfast today. Well, actually the Slovene's wouldn't dream of eating this sort of thing for breakfast, but a healthy meat eating nation like that might like to consider moving their dinner time habits to the other end of the day once they too inhabit the wonderland that is Planet Bloke. Attempted to make up big burgers in the way the do at the Riki in July, and didn't do a bad job in fairness. Two of the big bastards, plus a couple of butcher's sausages and I'm all set for the day and I can feel my arteries constricting in shock already.

Of course, the method for my madness was that the prime butchers mince I've had out of the freezer for a few was on the turn, so I'll probably be out of action with the screaming ab-dab's for the rest of the week, but hey, it makes me get off my arse and play in the kitchen so it can't be a bad thing. Even if it does put be down on my arse... ahem. Yeah. Next on the experimentation list are rhubarb pie and deep fried mozarella, the ingredients for which are lurking in my fridge, scaring the semi-skimmed. Heh, I AM the Doktor Mengele of foodstuffs.