“Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.”
— Leigh Hunt, The Seer
As idyllic as a ‘Sunday brunch’ out in town may have sounded, we all knew that it was unlikely to happen under any circumstances this weekend, given that my Saturday night crash was so not ready to brave central London for something hot, creamy and maple-syrupy…
But even so, it doesn’t really matter much when your very own, home-made brunch looks far better than anything that the city’s brunch scene could have offered you anyway…
… And didn’t even need to make a trek to France, either – Double bonus.
I am £10 (ish) up, and I have a brand new recipe to add to my easy breakfast repertoire. The triple bonus was being able to eat in my PJ’s and not have to worry about brushing my hair. Home kitchens are truly wondrous things…
French toast is for mornings when even your last resort/10 minute pancake skills simply can’t pull themselves together… Sundays aren’t for reluctance. But I do know 5 things that Sundays are for…
- Silence – London tube trains. I already have to face these things every other morning before dawn. Only special Sundays require a tube effort. Sundays (off of work) are for quietness, chirping birds and fresh air while everyone else is still asleep (there are perks of being a naturally early riser hehe). There is also absolutely no 4:56am (precisely) alarm to be heard. Bliss.
- Natural light. Turn the energy savers off and let the sunshine in. I’d like lots of low, golden yellow sunshine please. If not, then hazy daylight and some milky breakfast tea will do. This is another reason to avoid the tube system at all costs.
- Slow mornings – Reading, catching up on photo’s, and browsing YouTube undisturbed…in the present moment, any space of time where I can zone out without needing to be somewhere in the ‘next hour’ = a well treasured luxury.
- Indecision. A sunny Sunday on yet another 28 degree day. What to do, what to do? I don’t even need to make a decision because it’s Sunday, and there is no work to do and, I can do anything so I am happy.Sunday in a nutshell.
- Hands down – Sundays are for sweet and buttery Cinnamon French toast a la this...
Question: Why do Nokia windows mobile phones insist on playing dead whenever they need to update? Aside from the fact that the battery won’t be removed unless 9.5 finger nails are forced to snap off and bleed in the process; I’ve lost count of the amount of mornings where I’ve woken up to an unresponsive phone that thinks it is funny to die and dismiss the alarms that I’ve come to rely on…at least this happened today and not earlier on in the week! Silly phone.
I’m also really missing my long walks! However, being on your feet for 10 hours a day, 5 times a week with early starts and walks to/from tube stations means that any time out is appreciated way more from a big chair with a mug of hot tea. I guess days off are for battling against rest vs running…
And lastly, I can’t believe that August is merely a few days away. It feels like it was only yesterday that I said the same thing about July...This is kind of sad. In August I’ll be thinking “Second year of university starts next month”. Gulp. Where the hell did that 4 month break fly away to? It is going to be so weird transitioning back from full time work to full time studying. I’ll be shifting from running around all day and talking non-stop, to writing essays and sitting still all day…the thought alone makes me feel restless!
August is exciting though; August marks my birthday (petty much an entire year after the 19 buzz has worn off of everybody else my age…), my one year anniversary at work, being a bridesmaid for a family wedding, Emma coming home from summer school/work, and August means that Emma and I’s dream week in the Caribbean should be be drawing a lot nearer – we are so excited! I still can’t believe that my best friend is 1/3 of the way towards being a full-time teacher now…
Indeed, I shall forever be the time-keeper (counting time) and the queen of leftover berries and eggy-ing-up soft bread – I mean it, this is my new hobby:
Perfection has been reached…
Ingredients (serves 2)
- – 4 slices of bread, sliced.
- – 4 small eggs/2 large eggs.
- – 2/3 C milk.
- – 1 tablespoon vanilla (and another few drops for the ricotta).
- – Lots and lots of cinnamon.
- – 2 tbsp brown sugar
- – Icing sugar for dusting
- – Berries for berry-liciousness.
- – Maple syrup for drizzling.
- – ½ C ricotta cheese.-
- – 1 Tablespoon salted butter for frying.
- Heat the butter in a skillet/pan on hig.
- In a bowl, whip together the egg, milk, 1 tbsp vanilla, cinnamon, and brown sugar.
- Dip the bread into the mixture piece by piece and fry them in batches, flipping in order to brown both sides.
- Once done, place on a warm plate and repeat for the rest of the bread.
- Top with extra cinnamon, berries and oodles of maple syrup, icing sugar + the superb, creamy sweet vanilla ricotta…
- Mix the ½C ricotta with 2-4 tsp of icing sugar, (depending on how sweet you like it), and then whip them together – Don’t forget to add a drop or two of vanilla! Use it to top the French toast.
But don’t get me wrong; although Sundays are for maple syrup and French toast – there is no way that maple syrup and French toast are reserved for Sunday’s. I can see them coming in really handy for Monday morning pick-me up’s too!
The final step here = Enjoy! Have a chilled out Sunday,