Venison sausagemeat, fried egg and Jarlsberg muffin
A few weeks back, on the way to a wedding, I had a sausage and egg McMuffin. Normally, this is the kind of shameful admission that you’d assume would be followed by a round of applause and a group hug, washing away the guilt of having hit up the Golden Arches for a brekkie fix. Not a bit of it. It was good. Damn good. That said - if something that tasty (albeit presented with all the aesthetic flair of a well-punched face) can be knocked out by an early-shift burger flipper in Robroyston, then The Butty’s clearly going to step up and do it better. What’s more, you’re getting a how-to on the whole thing.
First things first - good sausages are a necessity. Today’s antler-clad bastard features the meat from a pack of venison, pork and red wine snaggers, but any good bangers with a high meat content will see you right. Slice them down the middle (two per muffin), and squeeze out the meat into a bowl, before mashing them into a burger-style patty.
If you’re feeling healthy, grill them, but it’s a bank holiday, so get the frying pan out - you’ll be needing it anyway for the eggs. Fry the patties until they’re cooked through, and set them aside.
Next, pop a couple of sliced English muffins under the grill to toast a little. Then, if you’re feeling smart, use some cooking rings to do the wanky hockey-puck eggs as you fry them in the pan - realistically, it’s easier to do them sunny-side up, as you would normally, and then use an up-turned glass to slice a perfect circle out of them.
With the eggs fried, the patties rested, and the muffins toasted, grate a little Jarlsberg and assemble the muffins, garnishing the top of the egg with a good dod of the Norwegian cheese. A few minutes back under the grill to melt the cheese, and it’s all done, save a good squirt of ketchup, a grind of pepper, or a dash of Tabasco.
Better than the real deal? Hard to say. A dirty bit of fast food has its place in everyone’s life, now and again. It’s certainly a damn good way to kick off the last day of a bank holiday. Hell, at least you can legitimately claim you stayed away from the Drive Thru.