Olympia's Old Kitchen...

Just a second ago I was struck.

Memories of Moonstruck hit me like a flash flood.

I remembered her piece of bread.

And in the middle, she tore out the bread, put in an egg.

Fried bread with an egg in the middle.

Served with sausages I think.

And then I remember her sprinkling probably paprika.

My mouth waters just thinking about it.

Mmmmmmm.

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Here's how I'd prepare it:

- Stale bread. Use bread like a baguette... any bread with a crust.
(I think the diameter should be about the size of a grapefruit.)

- Egg.

- Mexican sausage.

- Salt, Sugar, Black pepper, Paprika.

- Chili.

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How:

I'd just slit the chili and sautee it with medium heat in a pan.

Fry the sausages.

Remove from pan when done but keep the oil.

Next. The bread.

Use enough oil to sizzle the bread.

Too much oil will make the bread go soggy quickly.

Too little and the bread stays dry.

Take bread.

Remove a chunk of bread from center.

You want the crust and some bread. Like a doughnut as it were.

Fry bread in the pan.

Add egg in center.

Sprinkle salt, sugar, pepper.

Flip over.

Don't cook that side too long tho.

The beauty is in the runny yolk.

When done, sprinkle paprika.



Serve with the sausages.


Epilogue:

I'd be sitting in the kitchen. The window the size of a huge Jackson Pollock canvass. Or Jasper Johns. Breakfast sun streaming through the clear glass. Filtered through wild palms and ferns and orchids and daisies and white roses. I'd sit with a glass of cranberry apple juice.

The smell of smokey fried bread. The crust cracking under the pressure of my jaws. The creamy yolk soaked in the bread.
Taste of the dusty spicy peppery paprika and you bite into the juicy sausages bursting as your teeth puncture the crispy fried skin. Crumbs of the bread soaking in the flavours and crunching sounds keep out the world for a moment as you chew.

I'd be sitting there munching. Crunching. Savouring.

Dreaming a little of Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck. Wondering if my version was tastier somehow. Or blander. I'll never know for sure.