She and her husband spent many years in India. His work was something to do with the railroads, a train-driver I think. There is a photograph of my Great-Aunt taken when she was in India. She was sitting in a huge wickerwork chair, a large potted palm plant in the background and two little Indian boys standing on each side of her. There was the most contented smile on her face. Her young companions were handsome little boys, with the most beautiful eyes. This I noticed when I was a little girl and the thought stays with me still. My Dad always told me that you can tell a lot by looking at a person's eyes. The eyes they do say are the windows to the soul and these little boys and their beautiful eyes, I can see them now, the memory is so vivid. I hope they are still living a very happy life in India. The photo is long gone and I have always wondered where it disappeared to as I would love to have it now, but my memory will have to be my photo.
My mother told me a little of Great-Aunt Gertrude's story, and it was that she loved these little boys dearly as if they were her own children. She wanted to adopt them and bring them back to England but this was never meant to be and she was broken-hearted at the thought of leaving them. She and her husband returned eventually. I know nothing more about their time in India.
While in England, and this is where the story turns dark, the husband was murdered and they never did find out who ended his life. That's all I know about my Great-Aunt Gertrude.
Now for goodness sake, how does this brunch remind me of my beloved Great-Aunt? I was in Wegmans yesterday and I bought for the first time some Naan Bread. As you may well know, Naan bread is an Indian flat bread and so my thoughts traveled to India, to a dear lady from my childhood and to the little boys she loved all those years ago. My mind works that way, what can I say?
Our breakfast/brunch was delicious. I covered the bread with a lot of grated Cheddar cheese, and on top of that I had sauteed chopped onions in olive oil, and when they were just about transparent, I popped them on top of the cheese and put them under the broiler until the cheese had melted and was golden and gooey and really yummy. In the same oil I sauteed slices of tomato. I suppose I could have arranged the tomato slices on top of the cheese before grilling but they were an after thought and the grilling process was well on the way. Next I poached a couple of eggs and I now present to you, Great-Aunt Gertude's Delight, in honor of my Great-Aunt and her love for those little boys. Okay, so this recipe probably wasn't my own invention and is a mixture of other recipes I have read about that have been inedilibly imprinted on my brain over many years. It has no doubt been done a thousand times before but for all intents and purposes I suppose I was patting myself on the back for throwing some relatively simple ingredients together and coming up with this. I can be a silly girl :)
After we sat back having scoffed the lot, we decided this was a meal enough for two and next time I will just make the one bread for both of us. In the meantime it was delicious Gregg and I ended up eating one apiece. Next time we will share, and there is after all a next time as we both said this recipe was a keeper.