Day 1: English Breakfast

Every self-respecting Englishmen just had images of greasy, salty, coma-inducing food right then, reading that title. Just like a good kebab is a good end to a night out on the piss, the English Breakfast the next morning can stave off the hangovers and keep you going through the horrendous shift at work.

Obviously this isn't the hardest dish to make, I mean you whack some sausages in pan, fry that shit up, follow it with bacon and mushrooms, a few other pieces and bam, you're done! Well, not really, but you get my point. I'm not going to start on this epic 46 day journey with a particularly difficult dish, am I?

Check out the above mastery! I cooked the sausages for a bit before throwing in the bacon, allowing the juices to mix and other such shit. Really it was due to a lack of spatial awareness... I forgot to get a picture of the mushrooms, but believe me, they were awesome.

What's to say? These are beans... Disgusting things.

Plum tomatoes... Another part of the meal I went without. Not nice.

Done. Hash browns, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, egg, beans and tomatoes. It was so nice! Might not look like a lot, but fuck you, it was lovely. Making me hungry now, actually.

Tomorrow: Chicken Curry