Showing posts with label French toast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label French toast. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

How to French a Cake

I baked a gluten free carrot and almond cake late last week. Nutmeg and cinnamon aromas swirled around my kitchen as it baked and twice I had to prevent myself from opening the oven too soon because it smelled so yummy.

Fast forward a day or two and gluten free cakes can begin to lose their freshness. When it's just the two of us here, it can be a marathon effort to get through everything that I bake. It's not just that I love sweets, but that I love to prepare all kinds of treats for the joy baking brings me.


The gentle shh-shh-shh as I sift my gluten flours into a deep bowl, the crack of eggshells, the sizzle of a block of bubbling butter in a hot skillet, the satisfaction and work out I used to get from hand beating egg whites with a piano wire whisk until they formed peaks of pearly white glossy meringue. So that last one may have been updated since Santa my mother gifted us with a beautiful Empire Red KitchenAid this Christmas (grinning merrily as I type this). Never fear, I still exercise regularly!

I love the aromas of whatever muffin, cookie, cake, tart or other gluten free treasure I am baking in my small oven. I love the anticipation I feel when my oven timer buzzes, signally my tall frame to stoop down low, open my oven door and gaze inside to pull out said baked treasure using my Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse oven mitt covered hands. The oven mitts were a gift from my mother from our trip to Disneyland in Anaheim when I was 11 years old, talk about a perfect gift!

I love the sense of pride I feel when glazing a cake with zesty citrus drizzle or dusting a tea cake with cinnamon sugar.

But of all the things I love about baking, the things that tops my list is sharing it with friends and family.

What really irks me is having excess that may go to waste. When my gluten free carrot and almond cake began to lose it's magic, I decided to French it.

I woke up early, slipped into my cotton gown (the light summery blue one with the tropical parrots that Mum used to wear when I was barely tall enough to reach her hips) and floated downstairs where I calmly took out my long shiny, sharp kitchen knife and butchered my poor cake.

French Cake

1-2 day old cake that has lost it's freshness (the whole thing or whatever is leftover)
2 large free range eggs
3 Tbs milk
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
Olive oil (be generous)
2 small, sweet bananas
Maple syrup to drizzle

Cut your cake into large rectangular chunks, as thick as cafe style toast slices. Beat the eggs, milk, and spices into a wide-bottom bowl until the eggs have broken up, do not over beat.

Heat a generous glug of olive oil in a skillet or cast iron pan over medium heat. Don't be modest, the oil is the key to enjoying this recipe and you have the entire day to exercise after breakfast. Breakfast is a Guilt-Free zone!

Press the cake chunks into the eggy mixture, allowing each piece to soak up some of the liquid but taking care not to break up the cake pieces. Slide each chunk into your pan and listen as it bubbles and hisses. Delicious. Turn the cake over once the eggy mixture has turned slightly golden and cook the other side, taking care not to burn it.


Serve with slices of fresh banana and a drizzle of maple syrup. Savour the last of your cake, which by now is revived à la French Toast style and ready to be devoured.


That's how you French a cake.

Bella xx

Saturday, November 12, 2011

'French Toast' with Pain aux Raisins, Blueberries and Honey

Sticky Fingers- The Universal Truth About Honey

Before I finish any jar of honey, I inevitably find myself holding a sticky knife. Sticky knives become sticky because sticky fingers are holding them. Sticky fingers are most likely the result of some uber-stealthy sneaky honey that manages to silently smear over the lip of the honey jar and onto my unsuspecting wrist. I think you know what I'm talking about.

I don't really like having sticky fingers because whatever I touch, ends up frustrating me, 'How did I get honey in my hair?!'

This morning I was exhausted from working in the bar into the wee hours of, well, this morning. I had set my alarm for 8:00AM so that I had enough time to lie in bed, press snooze a couple of times before dragging my droopy, uncoordinated self out of bed to the shower. The idea was to plomp myself down at my desk, coffee in my left hand, pen in my right hand, madly scribbling my last-minute French notes before class.

What actually happened?

Zzzzz...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ah NO! Not yet.... (Snooze)...

Zzzzz...

BEEP! BEEP! BEE...(Slammed the alarm...) Snooze again...This inane activity may have repeated itself maybe another half a dozen times.

Zzzzz....

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Fine, I'm up. I want to break my alarm. There is no way in hell I am going to revise any French notes. Shower. Must drink coffee. Must make longer sentences.

The shower was mildly refreshing but I required sustenance. Rattling around semi-naked, except for my damp towel in the dark of my room so as not to wake the sleepy boyfriend (Yeah right, like I hadn't already woken him!) I realised I still had a little time to rustle up some breakfast. Naturally I thought of the quick cereal and milk option but upon venturing into the kitchen (yep, still semi-naked, dripping hair stuck to my back and bare shoulders), I had an idea.

I love using up things you find lying around! Sometimes last minute thrown-together meals taste better than the strategically planned ones and this breakfast is no exception.

'French Toast' with Pain aux Raisins, Blueberries and Honey


Take one leftover pain aux raisins (baked the day before, not older)
In Australia we sometimes call these snails with raisins.
In a bowl, gently whisk one large free-range egg with a fork, pour in a little milk (Only a very small volume of milk because you want this to be eggy. Also, I happened to use soy milk)

Heat a frying pan, then melt some butter until it foams.

Dip the pain aux raisins into the eggy milky mixture and turn carefully to coat and gently soak a little of the mixture in. Don't let it sit in there otherwise it will become soggy and we don't like trying to turn soggy bread in a frying pan because it doesn't like it and does that falling-apart thing.

Cook the 'French toast' in the hot butter, flipping once if you can help to avoid the scroll unravelling, serve on a large plate with fresh blueberries and a drizzle of honey. I used the last of my delicious Beechworth Tasmanian Leatherwood.

I love leatherwood honey, it has such a distinct flavour. It's difficult to describe as it has a distinctive spicy flavour and unique almost eucalyptus-like scent. I've often heard the expression, 'You either swear by it or swear about it'.

I happen to think it's the bee's knees.


What a tasty brekky to begin the day. A little more authentic in the 'French Toast' department too!

Now I just have to wash my hands. Deliciously sticky!




Bella
xx




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