Back to cornflakes
Posted on | May 3, 2008 | 52 Comments
I have come to the sad realisiation that I like the idea of a fry up more than the actual fry up itself.
[insert sad face here]
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May 3rd, 2008 @ 2:49 pm
Im guessing your forgot the magical acoutrement. a glass or freshly squeezed beer juice.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 2:51 pm
I was pissing pure beer this morning.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 3:47 pm
If you leave a really long time between fry-ups they’ll taste delicious again.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 4:47 pm
I have given them up completely.
But if you dont time the cooking exactly right you just end up with a mess.
Sausages on the go first,
Then rashers,
Then Puds,
Then fried egg (put on toast now and hit kettle)
They cook at different speeds, mistake people make is throwing it all on at the same time…
Keep it hot too in the oven at about 120 degrees till its all ready..
May 3rd, 2008 @ 5:44 pm
Are you using Clonakilty black pudding? It’s the mother of all black puddings and will make sure that the actual fry lives up to its promise. That and Haffners sausages.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 5:47 pm
I just had one and you’re right.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 5:57 pm
Oh, and on behalf of all Americans, may I take this opportunity to thank y’all for the $2,000,000. Very nice of Bertie.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 6:19 pm
Puds before Rashers surely?
Breakfast omelette:
Keep the sausages, rashers and black and white pud hot in the oven.
Beat as many eggs as need, usually three per omelette and add some pepper and a dab of Lee and Perrins.
Chop up the pig material which has been in the oven.
Pour the egg slowly into the pan which should be very hot.
Encourage the egg around the pan
Grate some mature red cheddar while the egg is cooking.
Eat about half of this while you grate it
When the egg has cooked underneath and is beginning to bubble through, add the chopped up pig bits and spread them on one half of the pan.
Then sprinkle the cheese you haven’t already scarffed onto the other side
With great skill and confidence, slide a plastic thingy under the cheesey side and flop it over onto the meat zone, forming a calzone effect.
Then with even more skill and dexterity, use the plastic thingy to place the omelette onto the plate of the dirty slapper you’ve just been banging all night long and then sit down and give thanks that’s she’s your wife.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 7:21 pm
Poetry, Shane. You should pitch the idea to RTE.
Are you by any chance actually Jamie Oliver?
May 3rd, 2008 @ 7:44 pm
Puds before Rashers surely?
Depends how thick the slices of pud are.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 7:53 pm
Yeah, Shane – are you Jamie Oliver or does your tongue fit in your mouth?
The only way to have a fry up is to have it made for you. In a B&B.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 7:54 pm
It’s a damn sight easier to go out for breakfast. Nothing to cook, nothing to clean up. Or stay home and have corn flakes with a banana sliced and dumped on top.
Shane, what time do you have to get up in order to prepare all that stuff for breakfast? Or is it lunch? Or do you work in a restaurant?
May 3rd, 2008 @ 8:14 pm
…you all make your own food…
how thoroughly undignified….
May 3rd, 2008 @ 9:07 pm
breakfast a la lazlo : get the wife to make it.
May 3rd, 2008 @ 9:11 pm
It’s a sad day indeed when the idea of a fry beats the reality. Have you tried a different greasy spoon, Twenty?
May 3rd, 2008 @ 9:58 pm
Home made, Gerard.
May 4th, 2008 @ 1:14 am
I could never get over the horror of all that fat and grease to enjoy one. But my food issues are plentiful.
May 4th, 2008 @ 3:03 am
i dont care what it says about me that I love checking this blog almost everyday…
May 4th, 2008 @ 8:07 am
the secret is , you go into a pub just off Talbot St., pay the barman ,the fry up is just right every time
May 4th, 2008 @ 9:59 am
Well, Sam, just as long as you’re not the sort of woman who’s looking for faceless attention from the kind of men who spend all day on the internet ;)
May 4th, 2008 @ 11:35 am
A doctor told me that a fry is good for you – lines the stomach before drinking and the arteries before smoking.
Twenty Major, now to be known as Twenty Muesli ?
May 4th, 2008 @ 11:40 am
Fried Cornflakes now that’s an idea…..
May 4th, 2008 @ 11:44 am
Esecially good fried in baby whale fat scawgeen.
May 4th, 2008 @ 12:06 pm
Fries are overrated, what you want is crispy bacon, white pepper and lashings of brown sauce between two slices of Brennan’s bread. It will solve what ails you. Well maybe not what ails YOU major, but it is does help with hangovers.
May 4th, 2008 @ 12:51 pm
Dont start me on breakfast rolls. Them foreign cunts have ruined it. Never any bleedin eggs in em anymore…
May 4th, 2008 @ 1:27 pm
Have you tried asking for egg in your roll Bazzer?
Love Fry ups.. i think i’ll go and get one now….
May 4th, 2008 @ 2:01 pm
Full Name, for people who are confused about what sex I am
Samuel Johnson Crea
-Man
May 4th, 2008 @ 2:06 pm
FatCAt impersonator, whats your problem? Why cant you even be arsed to get the right link for FMC, you are the Les Dennis of Internet impersonators..
(And even he could do Mavis Riley)
May 4th, 2008 @ 2:13 pm
Hehe Sam, that’s a great description.
It’s getting sunny outside, summer must be starting.
Might nip down and get a few cans…
May 4th, 2008 @ 2:18 pm
Ulster fry…….nowt like it……it’s a bit bitter but worth it
May 4th, 2008 @ 3:51 pm
Kris Kristofferson.
May 4th, 2008 @ 3:51 pm
If it helps, Sam, I always assumed you were a man. That you have Johnson is right there in your name.
I would forgo the bacon and egg in a fry-up for the sausage and mushrooms any artery-clogging day of the week.
Black pudding is bilge in cylindrical form, but it’s better than fried potato scone.
May 4th, 2008 @ 3:52 pm
a Johnson.
Boo.
May 4th, 2008 @ 4:15 pm
First ye stop smoking, now you won’t eat fries?
I’m going to have to ask you to hand in your Irish passport, Mr Major.
Clearly you’re actually English and your first name is really John.
Is it any coincidence that this blog only began once New Labour came to power in Britain.
Well?
IS IT????
May 4th, 2008 @ 8:22 pm
Twenty, forgive me, but a mutual acquaintance has described you to me, and I believe I would be correct in assuming that this dislike of large greasy breakfasts is a relatively recent phenomenon?
May 4th, 2008 @ 8:29 pm
SAm, that is me. Not that other dweeb. I swear, ask Sam bride, tell her the receptionist was confused but we got the key. Click the name it brings you to my site. If it wasn’t it would just be my name, but no link.
(also, Les Dennis?)
May 4th, 2008 @ 8:34 pm
Oh for the love of…sorry SAm, I see what you mean.
May 4th, 2008 @ 9:35 pm
doofus american that i am, i had to google “fry up” to understand the true meaning of this post..sweeet jesus, y’all eat that much at one meal???
May 4th, 2008 @ 9:53 pm
savannah, are you kidding us? US portions?? And who invented Surfn’Turf!!
May 4th, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
I say a fry, not a fry up. What does that mean?
Did you see Paul~ McKenna sending people for a lovely fry, then sending them back another day to eat the same thing blindfolded and it wasn’t as nice at all – they could taste the grease, and could only eat half of what they’d eaten before.
Interesting. Sort of like Twenty’s blingfold kebab post, now that I think about it.
May 4th, 2008 @ 9:57 pm
Heh, blingfold. Sorry.
Penfold’s pimped cousin.
May 4th, 2008 @ 10:19 pm
that’s a polish dink by the way.
fry up s are gernreally pretty disappaointing.
not more tpyng for me.
May 4th, 2008 @ 10:35 pm
morgor the fallen, what’s happened to you? Is it MB’s influence? You’re not to play with him any more.
May 5th, 2008 @ 2:23 am
Yea, but when the sun has just riz and the lads are stirring to go home, throw everything on the pan except the eggs. Sausages, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, black and white pudding… everything except, as I said, the eggs.
Cook as you like it then arrange nicely and neatly around the pan.
Crack 1 egg each into the pan working around to get it looking like a clock face. Lower the heat, put a lid on it, wait a minute or two, slide the lot onto 1 plate and slice like a pizza – 1 egg plus each.
They’ll come back for more…
May 5th, 2008 @ 2:28 pm
dont forget the baked beans lads ….need to have em so as the farts make the dog turn up his nose and hea for the door
May 5th, 2008 @ 4:53 pm
sometimes i day dream of hash browns!
May 5th, 2008 @ 8:12 pm
jo…well sugar, that is true *hanging mah haid in shame* ;-)
May 5th, 2008 @ 9:21 pm
:)
May 5th, 2008 @ 9:22 pm
Don’t worry – I read an interview about health with a doctor, and he says when he’s going to Ireland, he finds the right check in desk by looking for the queue of fat people!
May 6th, 2008 @ 11:27 am
This may be viewed by some people as a crime – I love frys but I actually grill everything! Well except the egg, beans, mushrooms & tomatoes. So not everything. All of the taste, less of the grease. Fuck I’d love one now
May 6th, 2008 @ 11:34 am
Don’t forget the waffles, they’re waffly versatile as the ad says.
Put them on at the start, they cook best from frozen. Fries need variety, instead of fries do scrambled or poached eggs, use waffles or beans or mushrooms, have toast one time and bread and butter the next. Having said that I was off since last Thursday and had my fill of them by yesterday so it was not made from wheat made from Oats instead-abix with them raisens and other things thrown in – actually quite nice.
May 6th, 2008 @ 2:42 pm
I was walking back from lunch and felt this comment from F. Ghost from a few days ago.
Baked beans have no place in an Irish Fry. They are to the Fry what the Tuba is to Irish music.
I will accept the addition however of avacado which is to the Irish Fry what the Banjo is to Irish music, a very serendipitous experience.
“From dont forget the baked beans lads ….need to have em so as the farts make the dog turn up his nose and hea for the door”