The clock is ticking. The meats are resting. But we cannot rest. The Mushrooms. Do not wash them! They are sponges. Wipe them with a cloth. Throw them into the butter. Salt them to draw out the moisture. The Tomato. Half. Face down. Sear it until it collapses... in a surrender of steam. The Beans. Baked. Open the tin. Pour them into a small pot. Add a dash of Worcestershire sauce. Stir them. Do not let them boil into a paste. We want a sauce... not a cement. Keep them moving. Keep them vigilant! The Egg. The Crown Jewel. Fresh oil. Hot... but not smoking. Crack it gently. Do not break the yolk! If you break the yolk... start again. Baste the top with hot oil. We want a white that is set. And a yolk that is runny. No "snotty" bits. Civilization depends on this. Assembly. The Fried Slice Buttered toast is the raft. Pile the mushrooms. Fence them in with the sausages. Pour the beans... carefully. Do not let the bean juice touch the egg! That is a violation of the treaty. Place the egg on top. Kettle on. Tea. Strong. Milky. Two sugars. Attack the day, citizens. Dismissed.
