It is Monday morning today! And soon I have to leave the flat, drive by train from Woolwich to London Cannon Street Station and start to work for the day. My partner, The Chef, is already also up and running and starts with our laundry. Otherwise we will not do the laundry this week,
It is a lovely Monday morning outside: Nearly 23° Celsius outside, but heavy rain in the evening they told yesterday on BBC 1. But my stomach is growling! Not that I eat so much. I even try to reduce the whole food thing again. But since I have been lazy over a couple of month – as I said, not really lazy – my belly makes an ugly bulge to the outside, where other people have a “six pack”. Well…
‘I am hungry, Schatzi!’, I said to The Chef. ‘Get us breakfast than quickly!’, he told me and vanished in the bathroom. I check what we have and decided for 2 times sandwiches, eggs, milk and smothiees for The Chef only. Mangoes and passion fruits. Yummy!
When I came back, he already had a pan on the hot plate and stood and waited, so that he could get the sandwiches and eggs. It’s very simple but very delicious: Heat oil in a pan small enough for 2 eggs and put the two eggs in. While the frying takes its time, The Chef opens the sandwiche packages, puts it to a small plate and carefully puts two of this floppy toasts aside. He puts salt, black pepper, paprika and Italian mixed herbs on the frying eggs, separating the eggs and puts it shortly into the pan to get it sunny-side down just a bit.
My coffee maker was just ready with two more cappuccino to make when his sandwiches with egg, bacon, tomato und salad were just ready to eat. And while I had the first juicy bite into my perfect sandwich (still with the floppy toasts on each side, but a hot fried egg inside) The Chef himself already gets his fried egg out of his pan, puts sugar to his cappuccino and said: ‘Enjoy, Schatzi!’