You're witnessing the cornerstone of 17 Sprangers Yard, my apartment.
Saturday morning breakfast.
When I moved here in January 2008 I had just left a really nasty set of roommates. I lived with a messy, angry brother sister pair. Long story sort it was awful. But the first weekend I was here, my new flatmate Stephen woke up on Saturday and cooked a big family-style breakfast of sausages, bacon, eggs, beans, toast and tea. I felt like I was home! It was so kind and a sign to me that things were going to be a lot better here.
Because Stephen loves his breakfasts, it's a tradition we've happily kept up...or rather I joined. You'll rarely wake up on Saturday morning in our apartment and not smell sausages and eggs frying.
This morning I had a Special K bar and went for a run.
But when I got back do you know what was already cookin?
Today we had egg whites, sausages, beans (the beans here are tomato sauce beans, not bbq. it works, trust me) and potato farl, which is kind of like a soft biscuit.
And if you think I was messing about Stephen loving his breakfast, check out the pack of sausages he picked up for the week:
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