I was at work last night, with everything running just fine, and, having little else to do, let my mind wander a bit.
I ended up thinking about the days with the Atlantic fleet in the military, and about an English officer that I met years ago named Gough (he pronounced it Golf") That in turn led to me remembering the wonderful breakfast that he introduced me to, which he called "boiled egg and soldiers". Needless to say, that is all I thought about the rest of the night.
I actually remembered everthing, scoring the bread before toasting it so that it can be broken apart into little "soldiers" to dip in the egg. It was JUST as good as I remembered, then followed up with strawberrys and whipped cream.
Beats me how I ever managed to forget something so good
I ended up thinking about the days with the Atlantic fleet in the military, and about an English officer that I met years ago named Gough (he pronounced it Golf") That in turn led to me remembering the wonderful breakfast that he introduced me to, which he called "boiled egg and soldiers". Needless to say, that is all I thought about the rest of the night.
I actually remembered everthing, scoring the bread before toasting it so that it can be broken apart into little "soldiers" to dip in the egg. It was JUST as good as I remembered, then followed up with strawberrys and whipped cream.
Beats me how I ever managed to forget something so good