I had trouble coming up with a name for this, so my friend Noah named it after seeing the photo above. So the one thing I didn’t like about those big guys’ version of this is how they prepare their eggs. So I made it myself, and had it my way. Yes, that pepper, garlic, and paprika make a difference.

To cover all ingredients, it’s a toasted English muffin (I didn’t use Thomas this time), sausage patties (I used brown ‘n serve style that were small, so I used two), one fried egg over hard (no oil, just a brand new non-stick pan) with fresh ground pepper, garlic powder, paprika, and a slice of American cheese to finish it off. It worked out pretty well, and I’d been craving one of these from the big guys but figured I’d just make it myself. Glad I did. It’s always better that way, and I know what went into this one.

The cheese: Le Maréchal

Is it stinky?: Yeah, it smells like something Jesus didn’t finish at the Last Supper.

How’s it taste?: Well it’s smooth and creamy, with a distinct flavor of herbs and nuts. I enjoyed just taking a bite and letting it sit on my tongue as it either melted or broke down.  I still can’t figure out the finish on this, as it definitely leaves a distinct taste in my mouth that’s definitely familiar, but I just can’t place it.

It went great with the Petite Sirah I had, even though they suggest a Riesling. And I actually dreamt about this sharing this cheese. When’s the last last time you ever dreamt about cheese? Odd, I know. This cheese must have been that good.