We’ve bailed out of boiling hot Delhi and in London for a few days on our way home to Scotland. Then hopefully we’ll have a few days in New York before heading back to India. So for the next few weeks, Eat and Dust ‘s food adventures  will be distinctly un-Indian.

It’s cold, and green and drizzling nicely so comfort food is what’s needed. This was one of the things we’d been looking forward to for the past year – the full English cooked breakfast: sausages, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans.  I won’t win any prizes for, well, anything but sometimes it’s the only thing that will do.

Like Chhole Bhature, there’s no point in going to a fancy restaurant for the the Full English – it has to be eaten in the local ‘greasy spoon’ cafe with mugs of steaming sweet tea and hot buttered toast.

Yesterday, the kids and I chose the nearest to where we’re staying in Hammersmith and the anticipation was almost unbearable as we waited for our first ‘greasy spoon’ breakfast in a year. When the mountains of food arrived, there was a moment’s almost tearful silence before we dived in. No-one spoke till our stomach’s were groaning and we had to stagger back to the flat for a lie-down.

I know, I know, but I love it