I’m the host,
I like toast.
I like eggs on eggs on toast.
Make them salty, make them sweet
Egg and toast’s just up my street.
You can make them in a pie;
With some bacon you can fry.
Bake ’em in a custard tart,
Make ’em novel – that’s the art.
Add some verse, add some rhyme
You’ll be applauded every time!
Alanna is the veggie chick
New dishes give her such a kick
Have and onion – no have two!
And here is what we’re gonna do:
Slice ’em, dice ’em, come and see –
Cook them one day, two days, three!
With toasted bread and scrambled egg
You won’t just ask for more – you’ll beg!
I am Steve,
I like to cook
My dishes do not come from books.
My ideas are big and teeny-weeny,
I use up lobster and zucchini.
I toss in eggs and make a tart –
And simple fare becomes an art!
Ruth‘s our girl up in Toronto
She’ll whip you up a breakfast pronto.
She likes her eggs a little green
It’s unlike anything you have seen
Don’t like green eggs without the ham?
Try something different from her pan –
You’ll be thrilled
By toast, egg-filled!
I am Dale.
I am male.
I eat everything without fail.
I will eat a dinner for two,
I will eat an Irish stew.
I will bite and I will chew,
Steph is coughing,
Steph is sneezing,
But she still cooks despite the wheezing.
She cuts her toast a little round
She fries up omelette by the pound.
Some toasts get stars, some do not –
But either way they still taste hot!
Julie‘s market trip will get
The contents of an omelette.
Stir in basil, stir in corn –
The making of some real food-porn!
If ciabatta drives your wild,
This one is for you, my child!
At Cook’s Cottage there’s a royal
Her eggs can’t just be left to boil.
Dipped in crumbs, dipped in butter!
"Thanks, Princess!" I hear you mutter.
I am Pim.
On a whim,
I give Michelin stars a spin.
I go all gooey
If you mention El Bulli,
I shout "hooray!
For the Fat Duck at Bray.
I ate greens, ham and egg –
Now guess where, I beg!
Andrew‘s the name,
Wine’s the game,
But I’ll do eggs for this fair dame.
I will not bake them in a flan,
I will not eat them in Japan
I will not eat with humourless Stan.
But I will eat muffins
Devoid of puffins.
Alice has a craving –
Her calories she’s a-saving:
For one big toast fest
(They do say French is best!)
Although P’s sceptical
He wasn’t dyspeptical:
"A roaring success,
I have to confess!"
Shauna’s one for whom I’m rootin’
She eats toast but never gluten.
Sent her on a camping trip
Where the roosters just let rip.
What’s a girl to do?
To soothe the sleepiest head.
Sarah loves her greens and toast,
Not much ham, but eggs – the most!
Picks stuff from her veggie patch-a,
Toasts a chunk of fresh focaccia.
Pile ’em high, those eggs and veg,
And bite this eggy, toasty wedge.
Zoe says her dish is lazy.
To celebrate her taking part
She conjures up the slackest tart
She also braves a broody chicken
To get her custard finger-lickin’.
She sizzles chillies in her pan
She really is a major fan,
She’ll make you flatbread when she can.
She makes a chilli omelette
(Do not feed this to your pet!)
Have one bite and you will get
Excited by her food I’ll bet!
Sam‘s her name,
Food’s her game,
Your tastebuds she will try to tame.
First you get a jar of honey,
Then you bag yourself a bunny
Oh – you do not think that’s funny?
Well grab a beer, grab some cheese,
Pass the sage and mustard please.
She grills it, serves it and with that,
Pulls the rabbit out the hat!
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In Sydney I think Augustus cheats –
She says she’s cooking silverbeets.
She chops, she beats,
She grates, she heats,
There’s toast, there’s eggs
(Cut in a wedge).
But here’s the strangest thing I’ve seen –
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I am Saffy
I go daffy
For eggs in toast – they’re not so naffy.
I will not have them with a scone,
I will not eat them in Gabon
I think eggs on toast’s a con,
I’ll have my eggies in not on.
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My food’s a stunner
My guests will never do a runner.
I cook eggs and I cook toast.
I buy food from coast to coast.
The other day I thought: "I say,
I think I’ll make a canape!"
The best egg ham rolls you have seen
Not boring yellow but vibrant green!
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Now Lily-Lou Who
Was the littlest Who
She could not reach the pot of Who stew.
But with toaster and pan
Mom Moira had a plan –
Instead of roast joints
She made egg and toast points
And so young Lily-Lou
At her share – and Mom’s too!
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Hi to Lady Amalthea –
She tempts us with quesadilla!
The mayo goes a little funny –
Too much oil made it runny!
We’ll just drizzle it instead
And add to that tomatoes red.
Bread so liberally topped with cheese
Can surely never fail to please.
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Here is Anapestic Greg
Who likes his pasta with some egg.
Be gentle now – it’s his first time –
He just could not resist the rhyme
Of Dr Seuss – he’s a fan.
So he devised a cunning plan
To join us in our eggy quest
And now he’s featured he can rest.
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Down in Perth
Spicey gives birth
To loads of food and loads of mirth.
His wine he fries
(It’s true – no lies!)
No dish is he afraid to try,
No novelty will pass him by
What’s up this month? Holy moley!
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And so my dear friends, that is all –
I know that you have been enthralled.
But one announcement I must make:
I plan to take a little break.
And so this month (that is, September)
Stephanie will have to render
Her very own interpretation
Of this eggy celebration!
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Yes, folks, Stephanie will be guest-hosting EoMEoTE#11 – make sure you head on over to her place and see what challenges she has in store for you! See you there…