I am completely skint. Down to my last £10, waiting for my tiny paycheck on Friday. I shall not moan, though. At least I don’t have to support my family on my pay, and I have a lovely job. Albeit a very part time one!
I may be cash poor, but find myself more time rich. And so, to indulge in one of my most favouritest things. A late, leisurely breakfast.
Over my previous posts, it may have begun to come clear that I am a smidge spoiled, and have rather high expectations. I need things to be just so, and most particularly what goes into the mouths of my beloved family. Also, the state of my nails and coordinating lipstick. But that may be for a different blog and time.
Back to breakfast. Although a bit of a gluttonous type of gal, I don’t really go in for the full works, whole hog English breakfast. Okay, maybe once in a blue moon. My idea of breakie perfection is smoked salmon Eggs Benedict. With a side of glorious asparagus, thank you very much. I have loved this dish since I first had it in Vancouver many many moons ago. As I have matured and grown as a cook, I have become more fussed about what goes into it, and am no longer contented with any store bought additions. I have a wonderful Hollandaise recipe that has been handed down from my paternal grandfather, married to the wearer of blue eyeshadow. My mum made traditional Eggs Benedict for very special occasions, and for the odd honeymooning couple at our short lived B&B on the farm. Even though my dad always supplied our family with amazing bread, he did not use it for the Eggs Bennie, but stuck with the traditional muffin. Looking back, I think that’s a shame. Perhaps the B&B would have done better if those lovebirds had sampled the nutty fluffy wonder of my dad’s loaves. The man has got some serious kneading know how, and the forearms of a Highland Games champion.
Nowadays, I tend to have a jar of homemade Hollandaise ready to rumble in the fridge. Lord, I am just never going to be thin, am I? I also tend to use my own semi-sourdough as the sop up section.
Let’s just imagine the bliss, shall we?
Drop the kids off to school, pop back home to send the hubbie off with his packed lunch and a kiss. Then on goes the water for the egg, out comes the caffetiere….let the glory of the weekday leisurely breaki commence!
I am not going to get into the correct way to poach an egg. I find it a bit hit or miss, and tend to just go with the glug of vinegar in the water, a swirl around the pot with a fork for shape, and 3 minutes on the timer. Sometimes it comes out perfectly, sometimes not. Oh well. As long as I get the sauce, I have to admit that I am not overly bothered! I hereby present you with my recipe for Hollandaise sauce. I will have to kill you later. But enjoy first 😉
Papa’s Famous Hollandaise
1/2 cup (125g) unsalted butter
4 egg yolks
2 1/2 tbsp lemon juice
salt and pepper, to taste
Pop a pan of water over low heat, and grab a heat proof bowl that fits on top. Or a double boiler if you are so lucky as to have one. The water should be hot, but not boiling. Divide the butter into 3 equal sections. Put one piece in the bowl with the four slightly beaten egg yolks. Stir constantly with a wooden spoon until the butter melts. I am fairly convinced it works out better if you use a wooden spoon, honestly! Add the second piece of butter and continue to stir until the sauce thickens. Add the third piece of butter, and remove from the heat. Beat until butter is melted, and the sauce shiny. Pop in the seasonings, and then the lemon juice, a teaspoon at a time. Mix during this process, and old your breath that the sauce doesn’t split. If it does, adding in some boiling water, a drop at a time should sort it out.
I keep mine for up to a week in the fridge in a sterilized jar. Never last longer than week, as we have usually gobbled it up by then.
For the Bennie:
Toast your bread, and lay it happily upon the plate. Fold on a few good pieces of smoked salmon. Top carefully with the egg, and place some little blanched asparagus on the side. With glee and a bit of drooling, spoon a nice generous amount of your glossy golden Hollandaise over the whole shebang. Dive in, and devour.