French Toast Mornings

Two days without cold cereal, two days of French Toast. The oil haze in my house is so heavy, you can take a picture of it. We did. Of course.

I don't follow a recipe for french toast anymore, choosing just to eyeball it, including my favorite spices and elements from other recipes I used to follow (like the one from Vegan Vittles).

I first start with my pie plate (though any kind of pyrex dish will do), and I make a shallow pool of soymilk (or oat milk, or whatever else we have). Then I take a small handful of flour (whole wheat pastry, brown rice, chickpea/fava, besan, etc.) and a small handful of nutritional yeast (and I'll often add more yeast later). Then I add sprinkles of cinammon, nutmeg, sometimes ginger, and a little bit of sugar. Pick slices of bread you'd like to eat no matter what you did with it (like Dave's Killer!) and heat up the cast iron, add a little oil, dip the slices in the soymilk batter, and french it up on both sides. I like mine gooey, AA likes his a little firmer/borderline burnt. It's not an exact science, so I give him whichever slices I think he'll like better.

It was the beginning of a perfectly lazy french toast morning, and then we spied the snow coming down outside! I threw on my clothes and we headed out, taking a walk to the park, the market, and then even checking out an open house on the way home! Woo, whirlwind!

(If you look at the picture in BIG, you'll see the little bits of snow just barely sticking to my cap!)

By all that we were super hungry, and we chowed down on the last of the leftover Mac Daddy. Who knows how the rest of the day was spent cause it was fast and hazy (oil hazy!) and we walked to our neighborhood place for dinner, sitting at the same table as last time! We split biscuits and gravy and soup and sandwich -- oh my full. When we left, I turned the wrong way, as if I was returning to that house we looked at today. Ha! ha Ha!