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Lime & Honey Avo Toast with Crispy Parmesan Eggs

Updated: Jun 12, 2021

They say your twenties is to be the most enjoyable and free version of you that will ever exist. That your functioning knees, your well-oiled joints, and your devil-may-care sensibility is to be cherished. But I believe, being told what to cherish, makes it distinctly un-cherishable. It loses all ability to be cherished. We need an action plan on how to properly appreciate something; because once we are told to do so, we italicise that something. We are drawn to the underlined, the bold, and the italicised. We stress that we're stressed about not knowing how to cherish this. We think we shouldn't be, because this is our twenties, this is our time to be as free as we can be. So here we are. Stunted because we're free and young, but often wildly happy and unhappy in equal measure.

My musings as a Zillenial, on a blog, that should be about food, but is really about observation, but mostly about food, are far from high-brow. I think though, that they offer something refreshing but uniquely familiar to people of any age. I have read many-a times from keyboard warriors to 'keep your politics out of my food' or 'keep your politics out of my music'. Now, obviously not aimed at me - I'd have to have a following larger than my friends and family; additionally I'm not one to write about politics. Nonetheless, what utter bollocks. I am revelling in the kickboxing lessons us twenty (and thirty) somethings are starting to partake in. The status quo is so 2002 it hurts. In fact, it's the jelly bracelet and emaciated-chic of 2021. People are denigrating the need to sweep things under the rug, to smile at a shitty boss, to have a three-tiered wedding cake, and to have four identical plates for a dinner party (this is a topic for another post). My point is - I want to write about food because it's my f***ing favourite thing in the world. I also want to talk about bleeding through my jeans, not having a job, living with my parents, and mutual masturbation. These topics often follow in tandem with food; because food is more than just sustenance, it's an experience (if we do it right). It's also a freedom thing - you get it. Right?

Now go eat your avocado toast you poor as fork Millenial and make it worth not being able to afford a house. That's kinda what this recipe is for.



  • 2 slices of toast (I used grain batard)

  • 1 avocado, mashed

  • Juice from half a lime

  • 1 tablespoon of rice bran oil (or any veg oil)

  • 2 eggs

  • 2 tablespoons of freshly grated parmesan

  • A small bunch of mint leaves, roughly chopped

  • A pinch of chilli flakes

  • A pinch of salt and pepper

  • 1 teaspoon of runny honey


  1. Mix in your lime juice and some salt and pepper to your avocado and set aside

  2. In a small frying pan heat up your oil until very hot and sizzling

  3. Crack your eggs into the pan and fry until the whites have fully cooked through

  4. Spoon your avocado mixture onto your toast

  5. Lay your crispy eggs on top of the avocado and sprinkle over the parmesan

  6. Top with more salt and pepper, chilli flakes, mint leaves, and runny honey

  7. Eat and enjoy!

Stay Salty,

Romy xx

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