happy canada day weekend to one and all
and, introducing,
the monday morning statutory public holiday breakfast
eggs lola
There's a fantastic little sidewalk cafe called Lola's on the bohemian road named Long Street in Cape Town, South Africa. It's a great place to spend an hour with the paper, or to relax and watch the unique cosmopolitanism of the city at the southern tip of Africa pass you by. Not only is Lola's a cool place to see and be seen, but also a great place to enjoy a mean breakfast, and Eggs Lola is merely exhibit A on their menu of deliciousness. This is our reinterpretation of a hazy remembrance of a great meal, so don't hold us to it.
light and fluffy poached eggs on multigrain toast, weighed down by a mound of good cheese (we're in the middle of a love affair with jarlsberg), served with sauteed mushroom, onion and red pepper, good quality salsa, and fresh avocado
a note on eggs:
we only buy and eat free range organic eggs, not because we're a pair of crazy über-hippies, but because the insipid pale yellow yolks of battery hens cannot compare in taste to the flavour packed goodness of a quality free range egg. now to be fair we may not be crazy über-hippies, but we do however have access to a nest of crazy über-hippies who provide us with organic free ranges from the fields of their farm, but even the free range eggs to be found in your local supermarket are a trillion times better than that battery hen crap. and seriously, have you seen the inside of a battery hen farm? miserable.
eggs lolaThere's a fantastic little sidewalk cafe called Lola's on the bohemian road named Long Street in Cape Town, South Africa. It's a great place to spend an hour with the paper, or to relax and watch the unique cosmopolitanism of the city at the southern tip of Africa pass you by. Not only is Lola's a cool place to see and be seen, but also a great place to enjoy a mean breakfast, and Eggs Lola is merely exhibit A on their menu of deliciousness. This is our reinterpretation of a hazy remembrance of a great meal, so don't hold us to it.
light and fluffy poached eggs on multigrain toast, weighed down by a mound of good cheese (we're in the middle of a love affair with jarlsberg), served with sauteed mushroom, onion and red pepper, good quality salsa, and fresh avocado
a note on eggs:
we only buy and eat free range organic eggs, not because we're a pair of crazy über-hippies, but because the insipid pale yellow yolks of battery hens cannot compare in taste to the flavour packed goodness of a quality free range egg. now to be fair we may not be crazy über-hippies, but we do however have access to a nest of crazy über-hippies who provide us with organic free ranges from the fields of their farm, but even the free range eggs to be found in your local supermarket are a trillion times better than that battery hen crap. and seriously, have you seen the inside of a battery hen farm? miserable.
