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Kipper kipper...

One of the things I know I will miss most in the UK is their breakfasts…
There is one thing in particular that makes a British Breakfast into a Brilliant British Breakfast:

Kippers

My godfather in Norfolk has introduced me to this brilliant traditional morning feast from the Norfolk shores. Sliced, pickled and smoked whole herrings just have the perfect combination of salty, savoury and greasiness that is perfect for a day in the countryside.

Just have yourself some hand-smoked kippers sizzling from the AGA with a slice of rye toast and butter… and you know this will be a brilliant day.

Alternatively there are Bloaters (smoked whole – the Emperor Charles V erected a statue to the inventor of bloaters from Yarmouth) and Bucklings (without the heads)…

Blub blub bloaters...

Pity though that you will need a robust AGA for preparation, as the smell somehow seems homely and nice when emerging from an enamel pile. If attempted to cook them in a modern kitchen the smell is impossible to subdue. Not even the strongest overdrive driven fume cabinet can prevent the scent from moving into the kitchen drapes…

I will have to see if something similar can be sourced across the pond…
In worst case I will have to make do with soft shell crab…

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