18.00 on Friday night and I'm still at work. I've worked like a cnut this week, sweated blood and broken nails. This international situation hasn't helped I can tell you. I'm off home soon though and I'm craving beans on toast for dinner tonight.
I like to heat the beans up in a frying pan (non-stick naturally). I let them simmer for about ten minutes until the tomato sauce has been reduced and the remains are a thick gloopy mess. I toast 2 slices of bread and let them cool by placing them in a wigwam shape on my plate. When the toast is cool I apply butter and then scoop the congealed mass of beans onto it. Hopefully the toast remains crispy and I am able to pick the whole thing up and eat it like an open sandwhich. This is how my mum used to make it when I was a lad. It was my favourite tea (tea is dinner up-north) after I returned from the swimming baths. Beans on toast in front of the telly with my weekly Whizzer And Chips. What a lovely memory.