Yesterday was a beautiful and rainy Autumn Sunday here
in lovely North Carolina. It was also one of those rare occasions when my wonderful
husband had the full two day weekend off from work. Early in the afternoon
before he started one of the many projects on his agenda…he opened the door of
the refrigerator and asked if I was hungry at all. I looked around and declared
“Yes…and this is the perfect time for brunch” which, I am always craving. It is
most certainly one of my favorite meals. I sometimes love to go out for brunch…but
yesterday’s weather was nicer from the window and there was no reason not to make this meal
from the food that was already in the house…after all neither of us wants to go trudge out into the storm, especially after I dragged him to the grocery
store yesterday. Hmm…what did I want to eat?
I thought French toast would be nice…it is indeed one
of my favorite foods. As a small child, French toast was one of the first foods
that my father taught me to cook one early Sunday afternoon while my mother was
at work. I wondered if my father knew then that preparing food would become my
favorite craft. I also thought about the
best French toast that I had ever eaten…a hidden treasure found during a family
vacation as a child when we went to Jamaica.
The food was amazing; our resort had buffets day and night. The sweetest
corn on the cob and sugar coated French toast. That was it-I had to have French
toast! Mmmm…I remembered the delicious batter soaked thick-sliced challah French
toasts that the Greek Diners served at any time of day when I was growing up in
New York City. There was nothing stopping me! I grabbed the over sized loaf of double
fiber wheat bread and took a container of egg whites and no milk out of the
refrigerator. It made me laugh, times
have certainly changed, back in the eighties the French toast I made with my now
diabetic, hypertension ridden dad was usually made with white-flour filled
bread, whole eggs and whole milk…and that’s only if we were out of his favorite,
heavy cream, which he always loved to add
to his morning breakfast cereals like corn flakes along with a few scoops of
sugar. We would also use what seemed like gallons of pure Vermont maple
syrup to sweeten our already sugar filled French toast. I do Loooovvvveeee
Maple syrup!
Whoa-Wait! I had to put a halt on everything, did we
have maple syrup? No!!!!!! Oh No, I thought, what am I going to do, now? Be
Creative-Maybe? I can rediscover French toast by enjoying it in a new way. I
started looking around the kitchen, trying to decide what would be a perfectly
sweet finishing touch. Then I spotted a bowl of apples sitting on the table. I
knew they would be an excellent match with the season and the meal.
After the French toast had browned well on both sides,
I removed the slices from the pan, cut them diagonally and arranged them on
plates, covering each serving with a spoonful of the apple topping and allowing
some of the liquid to absorb into the toast. These great combinations caused a yummy aroma filled the air with
scents of autumn. The results were a divinely mouthwatering meal that
filled us with warmth sparing us from further feeling the chill that filled the
damp air; a very happy and gracious husband (which he always is); and a pretty
easy clean-up.
If you would like to try and make this, here are the
exact ingredients and instructions:
Apple Topping:
1 Apple (peeled and sliced thin)
1 cup Water
2 tbsp. Chopped Pecans
1 tsp. Raw Honey
½ tsp. Brown Sugar
1/8 tsp. Ground Cinnamon
Place all of the ingredients in to a small or medium
saucepan and cover tightly. Simmer with the lid in place, on low heat for 20-30
minutes until the apples have softened and the liquid has reduced slightly.
Stir the mixture occasionally, replacing cover afterward.
French Toast
4 Large Slices of Bread (I prefer something with Whole
Grains)
1 cup Liquid Egg Whites
1 tsp. Raw Honey
1 tsp. Raw Coconut Nectar
½ tsp. Brown Sugar
½ tsp. Pure Vanilla Extract
¼ tsp. Ground Cinnamon
Non-Stick Cooking Spray
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