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desperanceI expect everybody does this: that thing where you've been drinking before a party, and then you go to the party and drink, and then someone suggests going back to their place after rather than going home, and in the car on the way - well, you find yourself volunteering...
So Helen and Mark picked me up last night and we went down to Jess & Alan's to party on like the dudes we are, and collected Jacqui & Paul there and were heading back to Helen's for another bottle of wine and bed, and Mark said "We've only got four kippers, mind, for the morning," and rather than saying "That's okay, I don't eat breakfast as a rule" (because that's true but still, y'know, kippers) I said "Got any rice?" And Mark said yes, and I said "I could make kedgeree."
So there I am this morning, and Helen has not forgotten, and so I had to improvise a kedgeree.
Like this:
Cook the right amount of rice. Meanwhile peel and slice an onion, crush a couple of cloves of garlic, quarter a majority of mushrooms. Skin the kippers, discover they won't flake and cut them into fingers.
Sizzle the onion in oil, adding spices: they had turmeric and cumin and coriander and fennel seed, so that's what I used.
Add the garlic, then the mushrooms, then the kipper fingers.
Add the rice.
Keep turning it over, while you fry some eggs to go on top. (They had duck eggs - but one of them was bad. I've never broken a bad egg before. It was horrid.)
Add a chopped chili (this late because I didn't know they had any until Helen went into the garden and came back with it).
I think that was it, unless I've forgotten something. Dead easy, dead tasty, classic British Raj-like breakfast. Only with kippers instead of smoked haddock: hence, kipperee. But I expect everybody does that.
So Helen and Mark picked me up last night and we went down to Jess & Alan's to party on like the dudes we are, and collected Jacqui & Paul there and were heading back to Helen's for another bottle of wine and bed, and Mark said "We've only got four kippers, mind, for the morning," and rather than saying "That's okay, I don't eat breakfast as a rule" (because that's true but still, y'know, kippers) I said "Got any rice?" And Mark said yes, and I said "I could make kedgeree."
So there I am this morning, and Helen has not forgotten, and so I had to improvise a kedgeree.
Like this:
Cook the right amount of rice. Meanwhile peel and slice an onion, crush a couple of cloves of garlic, quarter a majority of mushrooms. Skin the kippers, discover they won't flake and cut them into fingers.
Sizzle the onion in oil, adding spices: they had turmeric and cumin and coriander and fennel seed, so that's what I used.
Add the garlic, then the mushrooms, then the kipper fingers.
Add the rice.
Keep turning it over, while you fry some eggs to go on top. (They had duck eggs - but one of them was bad. I've never broken a bad egg before. It was horrid.)
Add a chopped chili (this late because I didn't know they had any until Helen went into the garden and came back with it).
I think that was it, unless I've forgotten something. Dead easy, dead tasty, classic British Raj-like breakfast. Only with kippers instead of smoked haddock: hence, kipperee. But I expect everybody does that.