So without further ado, here's how to make the bestest toasted sarmie everrrr!
Step One: Get Yourself a Beverage
| Thanks for the cool drinks, Janine! |
Step Two: Quickly Tidy Up
| Squeaky clean, like it always is. |
Step Three: Equip Thine Self
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| Pan, check. Cheese, check. Eggs, check. Bacon, CHECK! |
Step Four: Heat Things Up
| There it is, getting hot and steamy in the microwave. |
Step Five: Makin' Bacon!
| BACON! |
Step Six: Get the Eggs Going
| I didn't break any yolks! I deserve a medal for that. |
Step Seven: Do the Other Stuff
Other stuff like spreading the bestest jam everrr onto the bestest sandwiches everrrr. Grammy and I made this apricot jam together. I'd never made jam before, and Grammy showed me how it's done.
I put a little bit of mayonnaise on the other side, because mayonnaise.
The next step is so important, that if you ignore it, the world just may come to an end. (I'm kidding. I just wanted to fill up the space before the next picture, because huge blank spaces make me feel weird.)
Step Eight: Other Stuff Like Salt and Pepper
| Tardis shakers! |
Anyway, put salt and pepper on your sandwich, to your preference. But not too much salt... Because bacon.
Step Nine: Pile it On
Pile on the cheese.
Pile on the bacon.
Don't be shy.
Use aaaaall of the bacon!
Mmmmmmm. Bacon.
Step Ten: Egg Time
| Four for Francois, two for me! |
But I didn't overcook any of them. They were all perfectly gooey.
These get piled onto the sandwiches as well, in the next exciting step...
Step Eleven: Pile On the Rest
As mentioned in step ten, pile the eggs onto the sandwiches.
Then pile on more cheese... And maybe some more.
And then close up the sarmies by adding the other slice to the tower.
Step Twelve: More Butter!
| Hey, look, here's a picture of that heat in the form of a flame. |
Carefully place your sandwich tower into the buttery pan, and then turn the heat way up for toasty goodness.
Add butter to the other side before flipping them.
Step Thirteen: Make Francois a Happy Man
This is easy to do. Just don't burn the sandwiches. And be me serving them to him.
And don't take random pictures of him while he cuts his sandwiches in half.
He's happy, really! The knife in my face is a friendly gesture of love and affection. No, really. In all seriousness though, he's super pleased about his supper. :P
Step Fourteen: Make Some for Me
| Oh my goodness. LOOK AT IT. I get rye bread 'cause I'm special. |
Well, there you have it. A very long, wonderfully descriptive, instructional post.
Do I get to go viral now? That's how it works, right? Right?
