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Heartbreak French Toast

As a Taurus, I believe that good food is essential, no matter what you’re going through. Good food brings comfort, and I'm all about comfort. The recipes I'll share, including this one, aren't entirely my own creations, but I've adopted and tweaked them over time. I first started making this French toast when I was severely heartbroken, and it quickly became my go-to Sunday morning breakfast—a little treat for making it through the week. Just a heads up, I have a serious sweet tooth, so proceed with caution!

Feel free to adjust the ingredients and quantities to your liking—I usually let my instincts (and perhaps a little ancestral guidance) tell me when enough is enough.

All the love, N.


Ingredients:

- 2-4 slices of stale bread

- 1/2 cup of milk

- 2 eggs

- Cinnamon (to taste)

- 1 tablespoon of sugar

- 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract (optional)

- Butter (as needed)


Toppings:

- Fruit of your choice (I recommend berries and bananas)

- A sprinkle of powdered sugar (optional)

- Syrup (if you’re out, you can make a simple syrup by cooking equal parts sugar and water)

- A sprinkle of cinnamon

- Ice cream


Instructions:

1. In a bowl, combine the eggs, milk, sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla extract if you're using it. Mix well.

2. Dip the stale bread into the egg mixture. (I’m not sure of the science behind it, but stale bread works wonders for French toast.)

3. Set your stove to medium heat. We don’t want to burn anything, right? I personally like a bit of char on mine, but to each their own. Add butter—and a bit of oil if you’re like me—to your pan, then fry the soaked bread until it's golden brown on each side. The sugar should create a nice, caramelized crust with that slight char I love.

4. If your pan is large enough, you can cook two slices at a time, but make sure not to overcrowd the pan. Even heat distribution is key to avoiding undercooked spots.

5. Once you're done cooking and ready to plate, add your toppings—don't forget the syrup!


With a sweet tooth like mine, balance is crucial. I usually pair my French toast, or any sweet treat really, with unsweetened coffee. It lets you savor the rich coffee flavor while enjoying your dessert without the risk of a toothache. This can be enjoyed with the coffee alone, but my breastfeeding hunger forces me to add more to my plate so a side of bacon/ sausage or whatever fills you up will do, depending on your preferences. 


I hope you like it! 

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