French Toast! My favorite breakfast treat! It was one of the first things I learned how to cook – probably when I was 10? In our house, my dad and I were the first awake and would drink coffee and read the morning paper together. This must have started by the second grade since I remember reading about the death of Eleanor Roosevelt (November 1962). It became a tradition that we would have french toast on Sunday mornings and if my mom didn’t get up in time, I’d go ahead and make some batches and keep them warm in the oven. In the early years my dad supervised me. Later, I (self-imposed) in charge of weekend breakfast for everyone. During the weekdays we were on our own.
This morning, was happy that the four eggs that we used for the four pieces of bread were completely soaked up. In the batter, I added a tablespoon of sugar and some cinnamon (fahij) to the four eggs and 1/4 cup of milk with a pinch of salt. To the skillet, I melted some butter and added the bread to the pan.
When both sides were cooked, turned off the heat and put on a lid to keep the heat in so the toast would be completely cooked. Once thoroughly done I put some peanut butter on each slice. Turned out perfect!
After cleaning the kitchen I took a nap. A long nap. Woke up and decided on a walk around the neighborhood and then over to a local mall. Almost every store was closed and most of the mall stores were closed too.
When I came back I updated my blog and did some more reorganizing of my on-line files. I’ll be working on these files for the next year – both my hard drive and OneDrive files.
Will watch a movie later and then TNG too. Also will pack and get ready to leave early tomorrow for Vienna.
Found an Easter picture of me from about the time when I first learned how to cook french toast.