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

Monday, September 1, 2008

The next best thing

So we woke early this morning after a late night chatting with my sis and her husbabe (her spelling not mine). When we made the half failed dinner plans last night we also decided to put on a breakfast and this was well received and had the feeling of a meal for guests, which it was. We had french toast made with our home made bread accompanied by whipped cream and maple syrup or ketchup depending on ones preferences, the good sausages from overwaitea, a nicely balanced fruit salad and some juice. We didn't get any coffee on and since there would have only been one taker and she politely declined, I think that was okay. We all tucked in and all the french toast and most of the sausages were finished. I believe this was a good sign. After breakfast we had a short chance to visit and then our guests were off on their Okanogan adventure. It all happened so quickly. We love it when people come to visit and for those of you out there take note. Two nights should be the minimum. You need to be here long enough to get bored. This is the last shot taken just before they headed out. You will notice the son has lost his shirt. In our seemingly endless quest to get him potty trained he now prefers to be without most of his clothes. When he is naked he does manage to get to the bathroom but those are still dice I am leary to roll. And really how practical is that. If he only remembers to use the washroom when he is not wearing botttoms then how do you work that into a pre-school setting. "You said he couldn't wear diapers, " or "he is a free spirit." Anyway you slice it he will have to figure this one out with his pants on. Fingers crossed.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

The beginning


In the beginning there was french toast. A lovely nine grain from our friendly neighbourhood baker, his fluffiest loaf not spoken for. It was lovely with fresh whipped cream and syrup or even better with ketchup. Some poor suckers just don't get it. Fruit salad rounded out the breakfast. Always drizzled with lemon juice to keep the apples white and and a little zing to all the flavours. You will note the coffee (which was commended). It was made for a guest. The service here is just amazing. Well I am being called to finish bath time. More to write when I get back.

(Note: Three weeks later I have no idea what I was planning to write here. Couldn't be that important. Maybe I had Fermat's last theorem rattling around in my head. Who knows)