This weekend Chelsea and Sacha were home. Sunday breakfast instead of the brocante. French Toast or Pain Perdu as they say in France, was the plan.
Day old baguettes as I have said before, can be used as a hammer... but the French had a better idea when they came up with Pain Perdu, or Lost Bread.
Cut the baguette in oversized bites, put them in a large mixing bowl.
In a separate bowl whip four eggs, with 1 cup of half and half (half cream, half milk), 2 tablespoons of vanilla,
1/2 of a cup of sugar, and 1 teaspoon of cinnamon (or nutmeg).
Pour the egg mixture over the bread and mix thoroughly.
Butter a baking dish with a heavy hand. Sprinkle half of a cup of brown sugar on the buttered pan, then add slices of one apple (any other fruit will do, or no fruit at all) over the brown sugar.
Pour the egg batttered bread mixture in the buttered brown sugared dish.
Bake at 300 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.
Serve warm with maple syrup.
Sunday Breakfast, Baked French Toast...
I had some but not as much as I wanted, not even half of what I wanted.
Sacha was happy about that, less for me, meant more for him...
Though he had his Dad to contend with, and he my friends is a fast eater even by American standards.
I often ask him after he has swallowed his entire meal in five seconds flat,
"Was it a race of the Breakfast of Champions? What did you eat?"
In which he replies,
It is a good thing he is cute, and that I like to cook.
Otherwise as my brother's use to say, "Heads would roll."
French Toast baked in the oven, good to the last bite.