Sunday's best

There is no such thing as the right breakfast. Eggs Benedict may rule the roost, but sometimes a good fry-up is the only recourse for a growling belly. Or a Frühstück, if you're in a Germanic frame and umlauts are rolling off your buds.

I was idling through the paper, while trying to decide what variant I was angling for, when I saw a picture of some cheese and honey. Cheese and honey? Then I remembered the slab of Taleggio in the fridge. Salty and magnificent on its own, drippy and fascinating in an omelette, and - right then and there - perfect toasted with honey. Even better with the remains of my fridge.

And there it was. Boiled eggs, hard as bullets, decent bacon, and good crusty Italian loaf toasted with the taleggio cheese, and the whole lot drizzled artfully with honey. Of course, the obligatory pickled piquillo on the side (until they run out), a Sunday Supplement and a mug of builder's tea.


OK, so I may have gone overboard with the eggs, two would have been enough, but the hangover was enough for three.