Sometimes I get so excited by ideas that I don't really think them through before embarking on them. I woke up late on Sunday morning and decided it would be really great if I packed up all the ingredients for french toast and surprised Ian at his apartment. Sort of like delivery, except I make a mess and leave all the dirty dishes. About three quarters of the way to his apartment, it comes to my attention that I don't know how to make french toast. Why did I think this was a good idea? What if his cell phone is turned off? What if he's already eaten? What if he's not home??
Cut to the kitchen and I am pretending that I know what I am doing. I have only made french toast once before and that was three years ago. I am trying to remember what happened all the times my mom made me breakfast on the weekends and it dawns on me that I was probably reading a book at the kitchen table, waiting for food to be delivered to my waiting mouth. I was livin' the dream. Being an adult sucks.
Needless to say, I do not have a recipe. I am winging it. This is happening. I try to get Ian to go watch TV while I fumble around his kitchen, burning the butter in the pan and hoping he isn't noticing. Is there even butter in french toast? What am I doing?
Sunday Surprise (as in, Surprise! I don't know what I'm doing) French Toast
makes 4 slices
- 4 pieces of bread (in my case, stale)
- 1 large/extra large egg
- quick slug of milk
- cinnamon, to taste
- teaspoon of sugar
- some butter for the pan
- maple syrup
Now would be a good time to get out a frying pan and throw some butter over medium-low heat. Dunk both sides of one slice of bread until saturated and place it on the pan once you've gotten up to temperature. Flip when one side reaches golden brown. Repeat with the remaining slices, making sure to butter in between slices. Serve warm with maple syrup.
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