Better than pancakes, easier than waffles, French toast made from fresh bread proved just the perfect breakfast on this freezing Florida morning. I even cut some into sticks for le enfants to take to school today. Ahhh, winter. We will not be defeated by you.
This weeks loaf: braided bread. Turned out well (my kids ate multiple slices, in rapid succession, with butter). But I didn't have bread flour--only King Arthur Unbleached AP. So white! I added a few tablespoons of gluten flour to the mix and it turned out so very...spongey. Like an unbromated Wonder Bread. Very strange. I need some money to restock my bulk supplies. In the meantime, it's KA white flour from Sam's club, $6 for 10 lbs. That's how we suffer.
This morning was freezing cold in Florida! I decided to be a good mom and actually feed my children breakfast! Inspired by the wonder of yesterday's spongey bread, I gave my hand at vegan French toast. Only we are lacto-vegetarians, so I did use butter and cow milk. But the recipe below can go either way.
Recipe : Toast de France
2 cups milk (vanilla nondairy milk, coconut milk or moo milk)
1/4 cup flour
1 TBSPN sugar
1/2 tspn cinnamon
5 slices of bread cut half inch thick
cooking oil, such as coconut, or butter/buttery stick
optionals: pinch of cardamom, fresh grate of nutmeg, splash of vanilla, etc.
1)Combine milk, sugar, cinnamon, flour with whisk in shallow bowl.
2)Let sit a bit to thicken.
3)Warm cast iron skillet or whatever your pan of preference is.
4)Dredge bread through the mixture, coating both sides.
5)Melt/heat butter/oil/buttery stick.
6)Place coated bread in pan, fry over moderate heat. Flip, repeat. Remove from pan.
7) Serve with powdered sugar or maple syrup. Or both.
My son, Grégoire, was loving the cinnamon-y aroma from the get go. Here he is settling down to his breakfast. Okay, he ate it standing up--but he was at the table, which is a good thing.
Here's my little Manon, thoroughly enjoying her French toast breakfast. Notice she is sitting at a separate table from her brother. We Mirels need our personal space.
While my kids were thinking of this:
I couldn’t help remembering this:
Sadly, I had more batter left after making breakfast for the birdies. When I returned home from dropping them at school, I proceeded to cook more.
Looks good, no? Yes. I ate it. All. Now I need to sleep it off, sumo wrestler style. Such will be my Wednesday. I hear this is how French women stay so thin.