my tapeworm advice of course!) it's time to add seasoned beaten eggs and then wait until its bottom is cooked.
Then we come to the part that is often tricky - turning the darned thing over to cook the other side. About a quarter of the time this manoeuvre passes without incident but in the main there's a heart stopping moment. On this occasion Red Mel and I came truly unstuck -or rather stuck. Well, we weren't but our supper was. It became encased in a ceramic and metal cocoon. As Mel is very effectively demonstrating here.
With our tummies rumbling we came up with a solution. Again our rusty scientific knowledge came into play. We poured boiling water over the pan to make it expand again and used a bit of brute force and ignorance too. Splat! Our meal fell onto the grass outside the van. I'd have liked to have got a shot of it there. The colour contrast was quite effective. But we had to work fast to plate before Louis saw what had happened and refused to eat it. The maxim 'A little dirt never hurt anyone' doesn't ring true with him. Anyone else for hay infused scramble?