I am making naan.

[gfrancie]

I woke up nice and stiff. And a bit cranky. But I got over that soon enough. I had dreams about eating French toast. I haven't had French toast in quite some time. Probably the last time was in a restaurant -having brunch with friends or something. It seems like most restaurants have to gussy up French toast to such a degree that you forget what you originally were going to eat. All the decorations for the meal. Maybe a fruit compote, chocolate and whipped cream, fancy bread. The morning after I got married I think we had French toast. We were staying in a fancy bed and breakfast and the meal was quite a production. Not just the toast -you had eggs, some kind of meat product (bacon?) cereals and so on. The french toast was sexed up using some sort of orange flecked bread. We sat talking to a couple originally from Denmark. The husband had gone to school in Oregon and then they had to return to their home country and eventually became Canadian citizens. (this was all years ago mind you -the immigrating part) They seemed surprised that we were up and being social since we had just gotten married. Romance isn't dead but maybe virginal beds are.
Also it was difficult to sleep when the man next door had spent a good portion of the night snoring. Loudly. After awhile you just give up any pretense of doing whatever. Be it sleep or getting to know your new spouse. It was a lovely place to stay. There was a beautiful view of the bay, the room was quite lovely. There was a large claw foot bath tub and we had a turret. What a grand way to live out a princess fantasy. I recall waking up suddenly about five am and saying, "oh fuck we never put out the guest book." I felt guilty for about three minutes and promptly fell back asleep. After all I had forgotten to bring the shoes I was supposed to wear for my wedding and ended up putting on some beige espadrilles because the other choice was a pair of black and rhinestone fuck-me pumps and those didn't quite work with the length of the dress. Really. that was all that held me back from wearing those.
But back to the French toast -it was rather dull. There was so much getting in the way of what could be a delicious experience. In fact most of that breakfast was all style and no substance. Yet isn't that always the way with a lot of meals in bed and breakfasts? Not even the china can save it.
This morning after I had attended to other chores and people I made myself some plain old french toast. No special bread. Just eggs, milk, salt and a pinch of cinnamon and bread. Quickly cooked up the stuff, spread some butter on top and just a drizzle of maple syrup.
It was exactly what I was needing.

Comments

[carrieann.livejournal.com]

I can enjoy the fancy-pants french toast as much as the next person. (In particular, there was a bananas foster french toast that the 5 Spot had on their menu for awhile that I whispered sweet nothings to.) But there's just something wonderful about the simplicity and familiarity of that which you mention, above. Pure comfort food.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

mmmm I could eat that.
But yeah I was in need of comfort food.
Right now I am craving tacos.