Burns Night tonight, sleet falling, so what could be better than a floory mornin' roll and Scottish bacon, a dash of brown sauce and a slice of tomato?
My friend Rachel is the world's greatest maker of bacon sandwiches, and she would argue that this here roll should ideally be replaced by chunky slices of toast, and most days, I would completely concur. But today my sons have been sent off to school in their tartan scarves and smallest breakfastboy is being forced to repeat his performance from the Burns Competition that he took part in before Christmas. Much to his disgust. There are kilts a go-go out in Glasgow today, despite the weather, and so it has to be Scottish all the way. No recipe required, just a frying pan and a knife. And look at my pretty new plate. It could probably do with something a little more elegant than a bacon butty for its first outing, but never mind.
I leave you with this - Shirley Henderson reading Robert Burns' Dusty Miller which seems a suitably breakfastaceous ditty for Breakfast Week.