Not neccessarily filthy, that was just a name we used to describe pretty much anything my dad cooked in the kitchen. The stuff he did wasn’t terribly structured, but it definitely had loads of flavour. Mine is much the same, there are some staple ingredients, but a lot of them can just be thrown in if you feel like it.
- Three or four rashers of bacon;
- onion;
- smoked paprika;
- tin of baked beans;
- Worcestershire Sauce;
The following ingredients are optional – it usually helps to have at least one or two of these. All of them is lovely, none of them will be just fine as well.
- baby tomatoes;
- mushrooms;
- chilli flakes;
- chorizo;
- salami/pepperoni;
- garlic
Really simple this one. Cut everything up fairly small. Slice, chop, whatever, just get it into squares of around a centimetre a side.
In this case, meat is always added first. So put the bacon, chorizo, salami or pepperoni into the pan and start cooking it. Dont worry about oil, you wont need any. Add the onions, in fact these can go in with the meat if you want to.
Once that lot looks reasonably cooked, addabout a teaspoon of smoked paprika and however much you dare of the chilli flakes/cayenne pepper. You want some bang, but you also want to be able to finish the dish.
After cooking those things, add the rest of the items, with the exception of the baked beans. Keep stirring everything up, you want the mushrooms and the optional extras cooked nicely. Some garlic at this point is called for, but not listed. Add it if you like. This dish is casual, it isn’t formal by any stretch of the imagination.
Once everything is cooked nicely, you have heard and smelt the satisfaction of Worcesteshire Sauce under stress, add the baked beans. Stir them through, then leave them to heat through while you get your toast ready.
Once the toast is done, serve it up, take your plate to the table and close your eyes and enjoy the flavours. Very strong flavours, but very distinct. This isn’t a weight watchers dish by any stretch of the imagination. But as a hangover pick me up, there aren’t enough superlatives.
