
Chef Thomas
Beans on Toast
Tinned beans warmed with butter and Worcestershire, spooned over thick toast and topped with a fried egg. The meal that half the country falls back on when the day asks nothing more of them.
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Back bacon in a hot pan, good white bread, soft salted butter. Ten minutes between waking up and the first bite of something that makes the morning make sense.
The smell comes first. Before the kettle has boiled, before you've properly opened your eyes, the bacon is in the pan and the kitchen fills with that particular, unmistakable warmth that means Saturday. Or Sunday. Or any morning that deserves a little kindness.
A bacon sandwich isn't a recipe. Writing it down feels almost ridiculous, like writing instructions for putting on your shoes. But I've put it in the notebook anyway, because the details matter more than people think. The bread matters. The butter matters. The heat of the pan and the patience to leave the rashers alone until they're ready, these are small things that separate a bacon sandwich you forget from one you remember.
I want good back bacon, dry-cured, from a butcher who can tell you where it came from. I want white bread with some body to it, not the cotton-wool sort that compresses to nothing when you press it. I want salted butter, soft enough to spread without tearing. That's the list. Three ingredients. No technique to speak of. We're only making breakfast.
There are few better feelings than putting this in front of someone on a slow morning. A mug of tea beside it. No rush. The shoulders drop. That's the whole point.
Quantity
3-4 rashers
dry-cured if possible
Quantity
2 thick slices
Quantity
generous amount
softened
Quantity
to taste
| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| back bacondry-cured if possible | 3-4 rashers |
| good white bread | 2 thick slices |
| salted buttersoftened | generous amount |
| brown sauce or ketchup (optional) | to taste |
Put a heavy frying pan over a medium heat and let it warm up properly. No oil, no butter. The bacon has enough fat of its own and it will render out as it cooks. A cold pan means the bacon stews in its own juice instead of crisping. You'll hear the difference before you see it: a proper sizzle, not a quiet simmer.
Lay the rashers in the pan and leave them alone. Don't prod, don't shuffle, don't flip too early. Let the underside go golden and the fat turn glassy and slightly crisp at the edges. Two or three minutes, then turn them once. The kitchen will smell like a Saturday morning. Cook until the bacon is done the way you like it. I want mine with some chew left in the meat and the fat just starting to colour, but this is your breakfast. Your kitchen, your rules.
While the bacon finishes, butter both slices of bread generously. Soft butter, spread thick enough that you can see it. This is not the moment for scraping a cold lump across the surface and tearing the bread. If the butter isn't soft, you weren't planning far enough ahead. The bread should be white, thick-cut, from somewhere that bakes it properly. A sliced supermarket loaf will do if that's what you have, but a bakery loaf with a real crumb makes this a different thing entirely.
Lay the bacon on one slice of bread. If you want sauce, add it now. Brown sauce if you lean that way, ketchup if you lean the other. I change my mind on this roughly every six months and have stopped trying to commit. Press the second slice of bread on top, firmly, so the butter melts slightly against the hot bacon. Cut in half. Eat standing up, or sitting down, or however you find yourself. There is no wrong posture for a bacon sandwich.
1 serving (about 200g)
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