That's what cooking does for me. It soothes me. It heals me. It's simple and honest. It's what I turn to time and time again. When life is good and when it's bumpy.
Life continues to have it's ups and downs for me as I settle into its current reality. I don't really know how to describe it, because it just is what it is. It's not great, but it's not bad either. Even that description doesn't sound right. Oh well.
I knew I needed to cook this morning, not in the "because we need to eat" way, but in the soothing way. I decided to make french toast this morning for Nathan and me. I had some french bread leftover from Friday's night get together with some dear friends I've made in the past year. (There's another balm*) I'm embarrassed to say this, but I actually looked up a recipe because it's been years since I made french toast. I turned to the Joy of Cooking (appropriate title) and it didn't let me down.
from the Joy of Cooking
This is a halved version of the original recipe.
1/3 cup milk (I used almond milk)
1 tablespoon of maple syrup
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/8 teaspoon salt (I used a pinch)
Pinch of cinnamon (my own addition and optional)
4 slices of french bread or white sandwich bread
Butter (or Earth Balance Buttery spread)
Heat a skillet or cast-iron pan over medium-low heat.
In a shallow bowl combine the first six ingredients and whisk until well incorporated.
Next, dip both sides of the bread into the egg mixture. You want to soak them, but not too much or they'll fall apart.
Butter the skillet and then place the bread on the skillet. Brown each side until golden brown and serve hot sprinkled with powdered sugar, maple syrup and fresh fruit. I took some frozen raspberries and popped them in the microwave for about 2 minutes until they got warm and fell apart.
*Good friendships. I've always treasured them, but I'm not always the best about making room for them. I'm learning and have some good friends to remind me and set an example.