Despite the holiday feel of spending several days at the beach, my body clock remains steadfastly set on an early rise, usually sometime between 5 and 6 a.m., unless I have stayed up really late the night before. The Kid, on the other hand, is probably just at the peak of her growth cycle and can easily sleep until noon, if left undisturbed. Mrs. MM rises somewhere in between, while guests range from 6 a.m onwards. So breakfast is definitely not a meal we typically eat together as a family. I usually have a couple of hours doodadling in the kitchen BY MYSELF with a cup of Earl Grey tea, browsing through old food magazines (I have nearly 500 of them in storage at the beach) or cookbooks or glancing out the large windows at a very mature sampaloc tree and the rising sun on the Eastern horizon. Sometimes I cook, other times I just vegetate and wonder how to invent a contraption that will allow me to eat whatever I want, taste it, but not absorb any of its caloric content. A discreet trapdoor just below my shirt collar has entered my mind (a modified treacheotomy), but you’d still have to deal with the masticated mush…
On this particular morning, I spied a loaf of very soft and buttery looking bread from BreadTalk in the fridge, and while it isn’t quite a brioche, it is similar, and I figured it would make a pretty good French Toast… In a flat bottomed bowl, add three organic eggs (you can use regular eggs, but the organic ones are much better), about 1/3 or 1/2 cup of whole milk, a pinch of salt, a dash of good vanilla and mix thoroughly. Dip slices of bread into this mixture and turn it over after say 10-15 seconds if the bread is not too dense and absorbs liquid quickly. Mrs. MM likes her french toast totally soaked, and would leave her slices in the egg mixture longer than I would. Next, in a heated pan, add a generous dab of butter and pan fry the bread until golden brown on both sides, it won’t take long at all.
I also like to sprinkle my french toast with cinnamon sugar, and if available some freshly grated nutmeg. The Kid likes adding powdered sugar and we all like serving it with good maple syrup. I can easily eat 2 or 3 slices but I wouldn’t recommend that if you have a day of eating ahead of you. And if you happen to have huge slabs of Canadian bacon or other salty pork in some similar disguise, for some reason, the bacon and french toast are a wicked pair… I find this is perfect Sunday morning fare, regardless of your location – your home in the city, suburban home or mountain retreat.
Throw in some freshly squeezed orange or dalandan juice and another cup of tea and I am more than ready to head out to the market or just go back to lazing around until we have to start lunch. I might sneak in writing a post or two as well… :)