It’s been a long day, friends. So let’s sit back, relax, and reflect on my first dish for this blog.
The whole thing wasn’t pretty, I’ll tell ya. I crushed an egg with my bare hands like some neanderthal. I made a mess with the batter as if a hurricane had it. And I used chocolate milk for God’s sake.
The verdict? Well, it certainly looked okay. It wasn’t the prettiest slice in the bakery, but it made do. How did it taste? Not bad at all, actually! I feel it certainly passed as food you would serve to… hmm, well maybe not customers but definitely to yourself on a Sunday hangover.
This was also my first foray into a sugary food! It certainly was sweet. Not too sure if the chocolate milk made all that much of a difference, though. I tasted a bit of the chocolate, but it wasn’t overwhelming. Heck, it barely even made a mark. I’ll just use good old fashioned straight-from-the-cow milk next time.
All in all, I’m pretty proud of myself! My french toast was far from perfect, but I’ll still toot my own horn. Toot toot.