Brioche French Toast

I couldn’t help myself when I saw those massive loaves of beautiful golden and light brioche at the checkout… I have a major soft spot for frenchy baked goods and I decided to splurge.. After enjoying slices for breakfast with a hot coffee there was still half a loaf that needed to be “dealt” with.. I decided on some French toast… I’d had brioche French toast at Circa, a great little breakfast spot in Parramatta and fell in love so I thought I’d try my own version…

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It’s quite simple really! Whisk together 2 eggs with 4 tablespoons of milk and 1 tablespoon of castor sugar… This will make enough for 4 slices… Perfect for 1 though more sensible for two…
Melt a good knob of butter in a non stick pan and when it begins to bubble, on quite a high heat, dip the slices of brioche in the eggy mixture and fry until brown on either side…

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Meanwhile combine some castor sugar with a good deal of cinnamon and as the toast comes out of the pan coat in the cinnamon sugar… *drools*

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I topped with fresh strawberries but you could do a myriad of toppings… Apples and walnuts in caramel sauce… A berry compote with ricotta… Maple syrup, pecans and bananas… Poached rhubarb, mascarpone and pistachios…

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Or my personal favourite… Peanut butter, fresh peaches, maple syrup and whipped cream!
I think I may just go make myself another batch…
Happy baking!

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Brunchtime!

Nothing says Sunday morning in the Pastor Peterson household better than a nice greasy fry up… possibly the only reason to get out of bed on a lazy Sunday morning…

For some reason (lucky me) the men in my life have taken it upon themselves to become artisans of the Sunday brunch.. My father has managed to hone this skill into a well oiled Sunday brunch machine… single handedly (not joking) poaching eggs, brewing coffees, frying spinach, sauteing mushrooms, roasting tomatoes and toasting crusty bread, coordinating each element with the finest precision.. producing quite a tasty bunch of brunch..

But… now that I have my own little house with my own little kitchen… I started to miss my well oiled brunch making machine… Luckily, my daring husband took up the reigns and decided that he would carry on this brunchy tradition…

Just cleaning up the plate there... what a stud.

AND he did this knowing full well he was up against some tough competition! (what can I say, my Dad makes a mean brunch). He has this incredible ability to make these yummy slices of fried potatoes that are so crisp and soft and potatoey and delicious! So I thought I’d share with you a little family tradition that has become my favourite meal of the week… nothing like brunch with the boys you love!

Isn’t food such a fun way to make traditions? Do you have any food traditions? I’d love to hear them!

Happy Brunching!