I suppose you could call it breakfast. After all, I ate it before midday, certainly before brunch, and a good deal earlier than elevenses. Is it the best start to the day? Well that depends on what you’re doing. For me, it was perfect.
Some call it French toast, but in these parts, it is rather less romantically known as eggy bread. I wonder how people would react to seeing that on a hotel menu.
I remember eating eggy bread with a good sprinkling of sugar and cinnamon and feeling incredibly satisfied. It seemed to generate feelings similar to those brought on by eating lots of pancakes. Lovely!
Perhaps you’ve noticed that I’ve become determined to include vanilla paste in recipes recently. My fantastic mum got me some last month and I can’t get enough of that dark, dotted, vanilla syrup. It’s so intense and so wonderfully perfect for all kinds of sweet fun! I knew that I would have to include it in my indulgent breakfast. The following recipe is not recommended to those on a calorie controlled diet.
Vanilla French toast with raspberries
1 slice thick white bread
3 tblspoons soft brown sugar
3 tblspoons caster sugar
1 tblspoon milk
handful of frozen raspberries
half tspoon vanilla paste
butter (for frying)
I prepared the raspberries by heating them in a milk pan with a little water (two or three tablespoons) and stirring in the caster sugar until it had dissolved. I continued to heat the raspberries until they began to soften and resemble a chunky jam.
Next I started to whisk the egg, milk and brown sugar together. Then I stirred in the vanilla. I poured this mixture into a bowl and then lay the bread in it to soak up the vanilla loveliness. After that, I turned it over to soak up the remaining liquid.
In a frying pan, I heated some butter until it was beginning to froth and then placed the slice of bread in it. I cooked this gently for a few minutes on each side until the egg was cooked through and the bread not soggy.
Taking it off the heat, I used a fish slice to transfer it to a plate and drizzled over the raspberries. There are prettier breakfasts, but by now I’m sure you’ve come to realise that here at The Last Piece of Cake, it’s all about the taste. Enjoy!