Eggs benedict al Fresco

Ah, breakfast outdoors with the paper and a catch up with old friend. Plus I got to see some lesbians kissing in the street and one of them was hot. I think she like me too. I could tell by the way she pretented to completely ignore me; but I knew.

Food outdoors in ireland is normally limited to burgers bought from a van on all ireland final day, or ham sanwiches and flaskes of tea on same day. I specifially asked to be seated and served outdoors on Saturday to enjoy the fine weather although I'm always a little wary of beggers when eating outdoors especially around tourist areas. Not that I mind how they make a living but I am trying to eat after all, it's dangerous, they might lose a hand if it strays too close to my plate.

Ham is better than spinich, fact.

Eggs Florentine (A.K.A. Mostly Butter, A.K.A. Egg with a Side of Egg Sauce)

The Breakfast of champions list goes; eggs Benedict, eggs Florentine, poached eggs on toast. As it happens that's also the the order of how unhealthy they are for you.

Sunday morning's breakfast.

The Hollandaise was a little tart (insert your favourite joke about those lefty liberal Dutch here), this was probably due to the large sized half a lemon I used. I also forgot to add cayenne pepper, and ballsed out on pouring in all the melted butter.

I'm aware of a story that the 'Florentine' bit refers Catherine de Medici of Florence and her predilection for spinach at the court of her husband Henry II of France. I'm not sure if this story is true. I don't care, for all intents and purposes: this is an American dish.