Baked eggs on spinach, sauteed potatoes with lardons, flash fried Parma ham on sourdough (that same loaf has made it through the weekend). All with a view like this. Sorry Bestival - you don’t stand a chance today.
What is it that is so beautifully soporific about hot milk and a slice of buttered sourdough? That sweet nutty flavour of warm milk against the salt of the butter and bread.
I have my own, as yet unsuccessful attempts with sourdough. Until I get it right St John is my bread supplier of choice. I can’t resist walking past: the white walls, a half of Meantime Helles, the assortment of bread and treats. Today; custard doughnuts.
