French Toast – like it or hate it

I was thoroughly enjoying an episode of The Big Bang Theory, when I witnessed the characters making French Toast, it got me thinking. I had never tried this indulgent breakfast food. Was this a crime? Well I thought so.

So this led me to the kitchen, where I got an egg, two pieces of bread and the frying pan. Dipped the bread into the egg (though I was out of white bread, so I had to settle with country style grain), then placed it into the pan and watched it sizzle away, when it smelled eggy and appeared cooked I removed it and repeated the process. After the two were done, I sprinkled the masterpieces with cinnamon sugar and plated up.

It smelt odd, rather like sweet bread with egg, which in truth is all it was. Then I ate it...

Well to say I was rather shocked was understating the situation. I don't know if anyone else likes and for that matter looks forward to cheese eating surrender monkey bread, but I was hugely disappointed. The flavour was rather, well, eggy, I was expecting a burst of new experiences, instead I was slapped in the face by a proverbial Napoleon. I don't think I will put myself through that again, because it really doesn't seem worth the hassle. I could better enjoy a plate of backyard grass.

If you like French toast, good for you, but it reafirmed for me the reasons why the French have given me nothing to cheer about. Because I don't drink wine, I'm not a lesbian and I hate snobs.