When I was a kid, before I started school, on Tuesday mornign my mum used to make me fried new potatos (left over from Sunday lunch) and fried egg. Sometimes I make it for myself now and put in a few rashers of bacon cut up small so the pots soak up the bacon fat.
Just made it again, but also put in some chorizo cut into lardons. It was all fatty and orange and its fucking lush.
It's my new guilty secret breakfast.
