dead toaster revived

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blew a fuse, breakfast, cooking, food, photography, soup, toast, toaster

It finally happened, I have been expecting, anticipating it for months now, my toaster died this morning. It did so in quite a dramatic fashion. The toast popped and all lights went out, leaving my kettle half boiled and me a  little stunned.

I flicked the switch on my fuse-box and all electrical goods beeped, peeped and bleeped back to life and I put the kettle back to boil. As I munched my toast my mind wandered and I forgot what had happened not 20 minutes earlier and put a new slice into the slots and, no surprise, the same thing happened again. the toaster popped out the lightly baked bread and blew the fuse again.

I resigned to the fact that the toaster had lived out it’s useful life, after about eight years of toasting and popping not a bad investment. Too busy to do anything much about it I left the dead toaster where it lives on the kitchen counter, to be disposed of at a later time

But then the strangest thing happened.

When I came back from lecturing I reheated the leak and carrot soup I had made last night and without thinking popped the last slice of toast into the toaster to dip and thunk. I made my tea, waited for the pop and buttered the toast, when suddenly I remembered the fiasco this morning. Somehow my toaster has revived itself and will live to pop for another day.

revived toaster

 

sunday morning french toast

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berries, breakfast, brown sugar, cooking, food, french toast, french toast recipe, home, recipe, slices, taskes, toast

After an extremely busy week and a late night I decided I needed a little something special for my Sunday breakfast

So with a few eggs, some milk, a sprinkling of sugar and two slices of toast I made myself some yummy French toast with berries.

It’s a treat I really enjoy but don’t make very often. So as I sat and munched on my late morning feast , enjoying the flavours of sour berries and sweet syrup mixing on my tongue, I decided to continue the day the way I had started it, slowly and with pleasure.

Now with the Sun still warming the afternoon air I can finally finish my window sills (I didn’t get around to them yesterday) and maybe, in a little while, I’ll make myself a cup of cappuccino and drink it while sitting on my blue bench and let the sounds of the city wash over me.

For those who’d like to try here is my french toast recipe (for 2-4 slices):

I whip up two eggs with some milk (maybe 200ml but I just pour at will, it needs to be a nice runny mixture, more milk means less eggy), add a little bit of brown sugar (about 1-2 tablespoons) and some cinnamon.

When the mixture is nice and mixed I dip one slice of toast into it and let it lie while I melt butter (much better than oil) in a pan.

I make sure to turn the bread, but carefully because as the toast soaks up the batter it turns really soft and tears. Once the butter has melted I place the slice of bread into the pan and let it cook. I make sure to turn the bread in regular intervals as I want both sides to be equally crispy.

While the first slice is frying I dip the next slice and keep going until all the batter has been soaked up by slices of toast and fry them up.

Place the toast on a plate, dribble syrup over the slices, add some sprinklings of vanilla sugar (others just use plain powdered sugar) and add fruit., my favourite are berries but any kind give s a nice yummy contrast to the bread.