Scotch Eggs. Gosh, I love them. But I can only eat them once a year or so because I end up feeling horribly guilty. On that note, too, I shudder to think what the Irish Breakfast we used to get at our favorite pub would rack up on the food pyramid. Ingredients?
Two eggs fried in butter. (I only like whites, but still.)
One white pudding, one black.
Two slices of rashers.
Fried potato chunks.. in butter and drippings, naturally.
1/2c Heinz beans from a can.
Fried mushrooms... cooked in all the drippings from the rashers, eggs and puddings.
One slice soda bread, with butter.
/shudder.
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