You call that breakfast? This is breakfast.

I don't know who I am saying that too. At no point has someone ever said to me "THIS IS BREAKFAST" in a Spartan type way. But I like to think that this and not that is breakfast.

Firstly the healthy one. Blueberry pancakes. Made with buttermilk and served with lemon and golden syrup. And icing sugar. So not that healthy then.

And now for a daily calorific meal in one sitting. This was after a very long day. So it is a 3 egg/2 cheese omelette with 4 slices of bacon. 4 is a good number of bacon in a sandwich. 3 is the minimum, 5 is greedy but 4 is just right. I ate this as a sandwich but if you wanted to cut out the carbs I'm sure you could eat it with a knife and fork.

I'm pretty sure it has enough calories to keep you going for the day. I had it as a breakfast/lunch. Then had a nap, then went for a cross country run and it kept me going for 90 minutes. Wasn't even that hungry after the run either. You could conquer the world with cheese and bacon.

Update: This sandwich also works with sausages and sweet chilli sauce. The omelette is essential:

To finish up on the meatfest

So to the sandwiches.

First here is a close up on the prastrami. It looks deceptively gross. Like a chewed carpet. I think If I had added prague powder it would have been more appealing.

And here is the salted beef. It is overcooked and just fell apart when I tried to slice it. So I shredded it instead.

And the bread;

The salted beef goes onto rye bread with thousand Island dressing and saurkraut.

Sauerkraut does look weird. But most importantly in date.

These sandwiches then look like this.

Lets take a closer look.

And with the ubiquitous pickle. Pickles should be mandatorily ubiquitous.

The prastrami was just a free for all. This was one of mine pictured with an almighty Coopers.

This is my hand mid sandwich. I almost lost a finger eating this one.

The sandwiches also go well with a new world chiraz. This one was from Oz. I don't know if Oz is the new world. Is everything apart from French, Italian or Californian new world? Maybe twitter knows...

And the final remains of my 05th sandwich of the day. At which stage it all became a bit of a blur.

In the interest of privacy I've left photos of all people who attended the meat festival off the blog. (pffft..... in reality it was all consumed by me).