Ham, Egg and Chips - Just for My Old Man

If you ask most working-class gents what their last meal would be, I’m quite confident it wouldn’t involve foie gras or hand-dived scallops. But I do know one thing for sure...for my old man it’d be ham, egg and chips all the way.

This was a Friday-night supper at home, served slightly later than usual and after which I’d be put to bed without having had a bath. I can remember the smell of the chips on my fingers in bed. The crazy things food helps you remember!

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