I awoke on Saturday morning a wee bit hungover. And knowing we had almost no breakfasty food in the flat, I started checking the London Review of Breakfasts for Crouch End eateries. Ah yes – Crouch End. Forgot to say, we’ve moved, albeit temporarily. It’s grim up north London has the full story on that score. The house renovations have prompted a bit of an economy drive in the R-FT household, so breakfast out was out, and the fridge duly raided in the hope of satisfying my rumbling stomach.
The veg box yielded a few potatoes, the fridge a little tub of homemade tomato sauce, and a box of eggs. Necessity is the mother of invention: lo, I give you a bastardised huervos rancheros.
I grated two medium potatoes (skins on, I needed the vitamins) and mixed through an egg yolk (white reserved for extra protein later), about half a tablespoon of plain flour and salt and pepper. Once it was all well mixed through I formed it into four rough balls, flattened them slightly and popped them into a hot frying pan with a little bit of corn oil. They cooked for about 5 minutes each side, and were placed to one side.
Lastly, the tomato sauce got an extra sprinkling of chilli flakes, then was zapped in the microwave to heat through, and the whole lot hastily assembled: potato cakes, eggs, tomato sauce. Not the most elegant of dishes, but exactly what the doctor ordered.