At least for now.
Tonight I am tired. This has been a long week, and I am still suffering the aftermath of my free-style session. So for tonight, all I could bust out was a Peach Crisp. It was supposed to be Peach and Raspberry Crisp (pg. 190,) but since I HATE raspberries - it's a no go. Sorry Mother, there is no amount of cajoling that will lure me to put a raspberry in my mouth. No way, no how. Blueberries, blackberries, olallieberries, strawberries, any berry you can name I will eat, but not the dreaded raspberry. Of course this all changes when I am pregnant. Then I stand over the sink, feverishly shoving raspberries down my gullet at a lightning pace. So, as far as I am concerned any day without a raspberry, is a good day.
Cobbler ready for the oven. Again, so tired I forgot to take a picture of the finished product.
I was even too tired to make a proper dinner. So french toast is on the menu.
In The Trophy Wife's Defense: she did use homemade bread...
The Trophy Wife's Friday-Night French Toast
1 Loaf Bread of your choice
8 eggs
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/4 cup sugar or cinnamon sugar
1-2 tsp cinnamon (depends on your taste)
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp salt
Combine ingredients in a shallow dish. Dredge slices of bread in egg mixture and fry in a skillet/griddle coated with butter until golden on each side, and egg has cooked in the middle of the bread. Top with butter, powdered sugar, and maple syrup. Serve on days when you've just had enough.