This is the second last in my 17 part Favourite breakfasts series. Started it on Facebook and then, when I created my own blog site I reposted the first four in the series on the blog and am soon concluding the series. Several breakfasts are currently fighting it out to be the series ultimate (doesn’t mean greatest, just means last).
This morning my brother, Greg, is picking up sausage on my behalf in his hometown of Anonymousville (it’s a long name with lots of esses in it) and taking it to Eden High School in Saint Catharines, Ontario. I would be making this run myself, but Jireh Gospel Choir is in concert this evening in a beautiful theatre in Assomption, Quebec – ben trop loin-distance pour moi de tracer ce trajet moi-meme – so I found the next best reliable substitute to make this delivery of 3000 lbs of sausage (give or take). Thanks, Greg.
So while Greg is QEWing past Stoney Creek I am writing this blog and when I finish and post this I will home prepare a Ted McMuffin. Fry up some of that ready-cooked bacon that I sell at St. Catharines market (November 29th is the next market date – you can order now at 1-877-886-8372 or email@example.com) along with an egg. When I turn the egg over I put on some cheddar cheese (aged) that I purchased at giant warehouse club store so that it melts (the cheese, that is) on my egg. Insert in toasted english muffin – or as we call them here, muffin anglais (hmm, muffins are masculine…) Done.
This breakfast is appropriate today because long ago in a land named Breslau, Ontario, I would make two of these in my kitchen at home and eat them as I drove my product-laden truck to Saint-Catharines, Ontario to sell said sausage produce at the market. So today, I am eating the road breakfast in honour of my brother who is on the road to Saint Catharines.
When Carol and I drive the 401 to Toronto and places beyond or the 417 thru Ottawa to the 17 to the 60 to South Portage Rd to Brunel Rd 2, left thru downtown Baysville across the S. Muskoka River up and through a rock cut that is ever young seen from my older eyes and then right on Echo Rill Lake Rd to the cottage that mom and dad found when I was very young (pre-rock cut days). When we go that way, or the former, simpler route to Toronto we also usually stop at the restaurant whose name is scottish that made the egg on a muffin anglais creations famous and we buy one each of their famous versions.
So, nice memories recreated with food or drink – see previous blog – somewhere Septemberish. Getting hungry and ready to go back to bed before it is too late.