Dawn, & dusk; summer, & winter; high tide & low tide….
the ebb & flow of life on this little world of ours. Today is the last day of Winter as tomorrow the clocks change, going forward an hour to keep pace with the ever-lengthening daylight hours.
For me though, ebb & flow have different meanings. The ‘flow’ is one of abundant milk, now streaming forth in a snowy-white froth each morning & evening from the goats’ udders; & the ‘ebb’, something altogether different but equally welcome…as each heading letter of the word stands for something:
Egg & Bacon Butty. 🙂
Because with the start of British Summertime for me, the real work begins; so the day has to begin on a good note, too – & what better way than with that staple of the Great British Breakfast? Wonderful – it keeps me going from my chilly 5am start, right through until lunchtime.
Bacon? The last of the thick, home-cured, plump, rind-on back bacon from our last group of wonderful Welsh x Gloucester Old Spot pigs; & if not, a tantalisingly tasty drycure oyster cut from traditional Pembroke butchers Cig Lodor, whose bacon is mouthwateringly irresistable; whether garnishing the finest pheasant or gracing the best-tasting, succulent sandwich.
And today, nothing ‘butty’ the best would do….
Top (& bottom) that special bacon with a couple of hearty slices of home-baked bread along with the fresh-fried, sunset-golden gooey, soft-yolked eggs from our own happy hens; then smother it with a swift spoonful of homemade chunky tomato chutney….yummy.
And with the battered-&-bruised run-around I received today (not to mention a multitude of sulky kids who wanted milk from Mum not from the bottle Yours Truly was hopefully wielding) it was the ideal comfort food….the ‘EBB’ which truly helped me to go with the flow!