I have a confession to make. Whilst so many of you “essentials” are out there working hard to keep everyone safe; keeping our economy ticking over, do you want to know what I’ve been doing?
I’ve been at home writing an acrostic poem. About French toast. A FRENCH TOAST ACROSTIC POEM! “Are you serious?” you laugh. Yep. I guess it’s confirmed. I’ve lost the plot. Iso must be getting to me more than I thought.
So as I sit here with my index finger furiously pumping the ‘delete’ button, deleting “F is for fast; R is for rooky – for the ‘rook-iest’ of cooks; E is for eggs – two is all you need…” I’m definitely pondering my ‘essential-ness’, that’s for sure. Thinking about my role, my part to play in the grand scheme of things; in this funny time in which we’re living.
Speaking of “essentials”, my best friend Soph is a Doctor in ICU. “Wow! That IS essential” I hear you say. Over yet another FaceTime call, Sophie reassures me that I AM very essential indeed. “People have to eat” she jokes. We have a laugh about the acrostic poem, both coming to the conclusion that all of this isolation probably has sent me a bit bonkers after all.
And although I should be busying myself with the endless amounts of washing, cleaning and other mundane household tasks that need doing while everyone’s out being ‘essential’, I’m buoyed up by the phone call and start to really see my essential-ness after all.
I AM essential. I’m essential to the three little people in my life that look to me for their every need. And do you know what? This makes me happier than I could ever imagine. I realise just how lucky I am. I’m SO lucky and SO happy that I get to be here, at home. At home safe with my babies. Cooking, playing, eating, cleaning, just being. Being together.
So convinced of my new found ‘essential-ness’, I happily put down the pile of washing to be folded and skip off to make a batch of French toast. Hot, buttered, comforting French toast; something to make our morning at home that little bit sweeter. The smile on my face makes me think that I could re-write and share with you my acrostic poem after all. Because as Soph says, “people DO need to eat”.
“Hmm maybe not” she says.
Better listen to the Doc on this one.
This French toast is really easy to make. One for the rookie cook, it can be thrown together in minutes and goes down so well on a rainy Sunday morning. Served hot, dripping in butter and maple syrup and fresh blueberries, it makes for such a nice alternative to the regular bacon and egg fry-up we know and love.
crazy simple french toast
A quick note on bread | Pictured is a loaf of Irish brown bread that my good friend, Rich made for us (using his mum’s recipe). But use any bread you like. My girls like plain white sliced bread (also pictured) and some people like to use brioche (which is too sweet for me).
4 x pieces of sliced bread
2 x eggs
1/3 cup of thickened cream (or milk)
A dash of vanilla extract
A light sprinkling of cinnamon
A good knob of butter
Maple syrup and blueberries, to serve
- In a mixing bowl, whisk the eggs, cream (or milk), vanilla and cinnamon together using a fork.
- Heat a non stick fry pan over a med-high heat and add a good knob of butter so that it melts nicely but doesn’t burn.
- Working quickly, simply dunk each piece of bread in the eggy mixture to coat (on both sides) and fry in the butter until golden brown (on both sides).
- Serve straight away with some butter, maple syrup and blueberries.
If you make this French toast, please comment below or share a pic on insta, tagging @los_kitchen. xx