Okay, okay. I’ve been lazy the past few days. No denying that. I’ve been visiting with some family, working like a madman, and being lazy when I wasn’t doing either. More than a full-time job, all that.
I got home from work and then the store and decided that I’d make some lunch/dinner/afternoon meal kind of thing. Both of us were hungry. The very minute I sat down our killer internet provider struck again. We’d another outage. My other half went into “Moby Dick” mode with our internet provider, resolutely staying on the phone and being steadfast with the customer service people until he got some money back on the bill (this isn’t the only time we’ve lost service – and we both do work from home) – so BOO on you Broadstripe. Continue reading
Silly titles aside, French Toast is a great way to do something with stale bread. I mean really great. Nothing better than being able to use something that would otherwise go to feed pigeons or squirrels – tough luck guys, I’m getting my breakfast on.
I lost my way with French toast for a long while. As is the case with many foods I think I hate it’s because some numpty made it so poorly or so incorrectly at some point that they ruined it for me for years. Bastards! Such was the case with French toast. I’m not sure who ruined it, otherwise I’d name and publicly shame them. The best I can figure was at summer camp or something along those lines where it was made and executed so poorly that you’d be embarrassed to actually admit you’d had anything to do with it. The kind of cooking that could get you taken to the Hague for crimes against humanity.
I resolved that I should try it again at this point in my life because I’m trying everything I hate again, only on my terms. My bread, my recipe, my stove top; let the chips fall where they may. I can’t see how anyone could screw it up so badly, it honestly sounds like a fantastic idea; breakfast all rolled into one item, fried in butter. What’s not to like? Continue reading