The morning after a Saturday night session. Bleary-eyed, two odd socks, and a mouth as dry as a Dukes’ martini, you start to think about brunch. Scrambled eggs…smoked salmon...bacon…croissants? And something to put the sun back into Sunday - but what will do it? Many turn to Bucks Fizz (not the band hopefully, unless it was a very bad night), but there are other possibilities. The good old Bellini makes a refreshing change – just mix some quality organic peach juice with some chiselled Prosecco and you’ve got a hangover-smashing wake-me-up. Or go really whacky with something from the Basque country – Txacoli de Getaria. As light as Atlantic spray, brisk, acidic, and lightly foaming, they pour this over their shoulder in Spain to give it the spritz, and drunk chilled it’ll clean your teeth for you in no time. Great with oysters, or salty smoky things.
And there's always the traditional Prairie Oyster - 1 raw egg (yolk unbroken) in a glass, a teaspoon of Worcester Sauce, salt and pepper, and as much Tabasco as you can bear. Sounds revolting? This is how P.G.Wodehouse describes Bertie Wooster's first experience of Jeeves' version after a hard night:
"I swallowed the stuff. For a moment it felt as if somebody had touched off a bomb inside the old bean and was strolling down my throat with a lighted torch, and then everything seemed suddenly to get all right. The sun shone in through the window; birds twittered in the tree-tops; and, generally speaking, hope dawned once more."*
Exactly.
*(Carry On, Jeeves by P.G.Wodehouse)
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