My grandfather lived less than a block away, but was over at my Mom and Dad's house house for dinner every night, after his wife died..Old Dutchman, who immigrated with his family when 5, he spoke English with the accent.. Gruff, and tough, and a man of few words, he typified the Dutch around Western Michigan.. hard as tacks, Heart of gold. My mom would send me over to him, when she thought he was lonely.. He only could fix cereal and his specialty- fried egg sandwiches! The Dutch are generally accepted as the egg eating champions of the world! We had a Dutch bakery in the neighborhood, that was only open two days a week. They made white bread, whole wheat bread, and oatmeal cookies.. Gramps would drive over there, and that's what he ate! I would have tea(with sugar and cream!) with him when I went over..(I'm about eight!) If it was lunch time, we would have a fried egg sandwich on whole wheat bread.. To this day, in Holland, MI and G.R, you can get this sandwich! I've had the flu or something, but last night-I fixed a fried egg sandwich..Gouda(pronounced Goud-da!) is a nice addition! I think the egg McMuffin was inspired by this humble treat!
I made pesto- and it was good stuff!
