18 September 2005
I remember hating French toast lunches at school. I'm not sure that the toast itself was offensive to me, or whether it was just because I didn't like my food smothered in maple syrup (oh, the times, how they have changed). I've rarely had French toast as an adult, but I've enjoyed it the times I have. Somehow, we were out of maple syrup this morning, so I substituted yogurt and raspberries. Tasty. There's nothing clever to my recipe, but:
some butter
6 slices of bread
3 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon
Mix the ingredients together and dunk both sides of a piece of thick bread in the mixture. Melt a small amount of butter in a hot pan and fry until golden brown and crisp on the outside. The mixture should coat about six pieces of bread.
On a cooking-related note, I'm slowly putting my Cooking with Anna pages back together. I'd carefully formatted everything a couple months ago, but the files were lost when my old server booted me (since I was visiting Minnesota when I made the changes, the files had been saved on my parents' computer, but they're apparently gone now). Since MT allows multiple blogs on one site, I'm currently using --basically -- the same design I have for this blog. I'll think about changing that once I've plugged in all the old pages as entries.
Eggs! You are cooking with EGGS! AHHHHHHHH! You mean to tell me that I ate all that junk you made before without eggs, and now its okay!?! I've gotta go and eat some meat.
posted by Whitney at September 19, 2005 07:16 PM
Everyone can find thousands of reasons to hate the French but I agree their toast shouldn't be one of them, or their tower, that's nice too.
posted by .d at September 20, 2005 12:36 AM
Whit, maybe I'm to blame. (Or then again, maybe it's silly for me to think that I have any influence in these matters.) But... We found some special eggs with a long speech on the box asserting that these hens have happy lives, they wander around a nice bit of countryside, pick out their own cosy spots to sleep in, are fed tasty, healthy food and are almost certainly read stories at bedtime. So buying these eggs is like voting for all chickens to be treated better. Plus you can make french toast with them.
posted by Rob at September 20, 2005 06:51 AM
I'm glad that you found happy eggs from happy hens. You really were missing out before. I think I'm gonna go and scramble some of my depressed eggs from depressed hens and eat em up.
posted by whitney at September 20, 2005 10:46 PM