For such a “free spirit“, I can be shockingly rigid. I like certain things a certain way and that is that. My coffee has to be just so (red eye with splenda and 2% milk), I will move hell and high water to avoid a phone conversation (gchat and I are well acquainted), and I have a very specific MO when I travel (there is a meltdown if I get there less than an hour before the flight takes off).
Yet, the one ridiculously structured ritual I undertake every day is my morning routine. I will spare you the details, but know this: I do the same exact thing in the same exact order every single damn weekday. If something goes wrong–I am out of coffee, I break a glass or I realize I skipped a step and have to go back and apply my perfume AFTER my deodorant–I am screwed for the day. I never said I wasn’t a freak.
The weekends are different, though. They are lazy and lovely. I sleep in, make calls and scratch myself up something to eat. Normally it is something somewhat healthy, but if I have guests, all caution is thrown to the wind.
This weekend, the beautiful and lovely KassyK came for a visit to go attend VK’s birthday celebration. Fun times were definitately had by all. There were shots, there was dancing…there were more shots. OH DEAR GOD, I AM NOT 21 ANYMORE…PLEASE NO MORE SHOTS! I am not saying that Kass and I wrecked through some bagels at 4 am, but I am not saying we didn’t. All I know is we woke up (sorry kids, didn’t spoon her this time) and we needed food.
Knowing Kass loves challah french toast, I threw this together. This was some good stuff–the french toast especially tasted great. I love the pillowy softness of the challah bread contrasted with the eggy outer layer. Truth be told, I think the bananas could have been better, though. Next time I will use brown sugar and cook them for a tad less amount of time…they were just a bit mushy, but still super tasty.
It was, indeed, a glorious morning routine with a wonderful friend.
Challah French Toast with Bananas Foster
For French Toast
6 slices challah bread
3 eggs
1 tbs sugar
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/4 cup milk
For Bananas Foster
2 bananas, sliced
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 tbs sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tbs butter
Splash water
For toast: Beat together eggs and cinnamon. Ad milk, sugar and vanilla. Dip slices of challah in egg mixture and place preheated nonstick skillet (spray with Pam or add a pat of butter to pan) and cook on eatch side until golden brown.
For bananas foster: Slice bananas and add sugar, vanilla and cinnamon. Add butter to pan and add bananas. Stir for about a minute and add a splash of water. Serve over french toast and sprinkel with powdered sugar if desired.
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Pantless and slightly OCD? You are sounding more and more like me every day!
And, yum. I want. But your carrot cake was my last *naughty* food item for awhile, so I’ll literally have to feast my eyes on your food porn until further notice.
Yeah, well I have some healthy stuff in the queue, promise. Just trying to get this off my plate, as the saying goes.
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im the same f’king way with my morning routine (it’s perfume after deoderant for me- before jewelry though).
that french toast looks so yum. especially with the bananas! mmm. cook for me?
Come visit DC and it is ON!
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” I sleep in, make calls and scratch myself”
I scratch myself on the weekends too.
Challah french toast? Stop it? Woulda? Stop trying to be a Jew, or I’m gonna have to induct you into the tribe.
I have a Jewish soul, Doug.
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We actually have a couple things in common. I too dislike talking on the telephone (in person = fine, telephone = not fine), and like to get to airports long before departure time. On the other hand, our opinions of carrot cake are … different.
Peter
Not everything can be perfect. I really, really do not like the phone. I have had relationships that existed solely over text.
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mmm…french toast is just blissfully yummy. =-) And somehow, it tastes that much better on Sunday morning. why is that?
I have no idea, but I am not going to question it.
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I’m growing to like brown sugar more and more for sweetening stuff (I love it in my chili.)
I don’t know why I have a ringer for you.
A ringer for me? I don’t get it….am I missing something?
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Thank god someone else read that as “scratch myself” too.
Not every single thing I say is dirty. Most, but not everything.
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Man, everyone’s anti-phone these days. I don’t sit there talking on the phone all day, but sometimes I get frustrated with texting, etc. because I could explain myself much easier if I could just talk to you.
I agree-sometimes it is necessary. And certain people I talk to to get juicy stories, etc….but I just think a lot more can be done over email.
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Yes. So when you call I know it’s you before I answer the phone.
Oh a ringtone! yeah, I am never gonna call you, dear. Sorry. Though “Number One Spot” was a good choice.
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If you guys weren’t so hungover, would you have put some booze (rum and/or banana liqueur) in the bananas, like a typical Foster? Either way, sounds delish (challah bread, eh, you shiksa) …
Also, if I get to the gate more than an hour before departure, I tend to flip out. I don’t mind reading, doing work, watching movies, whatever, when I’m on the plane, but waiting in that gate area, I’m only able to sit and fidget with boredom, for some reason.
Yeah, some booze would have been good. I actually had some rum on hand….but thought better of it.
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Challah french toast! Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner! It is the ne plus ultra for french toast. In fact once you have had it, no other bread will do and saying challah french toast starts to sound redundant. Like saying mozzerella pizza. OK I will be in DC next weekend. What time is breakfast? (I’ll call to confirm.
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Text to confirm please…
I do like an old school Texas toast on occasion, but challah is the way to go in general.
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Oh, I hate telephones. I don’t mind quick conversations, such as when and where to meet, can you please bring the bail money, etc. But aimless chatter drives me up the wall. I’d say 9 times out of 10, I let calls go straight to voicemail. But I answer texts within 60 seconds.
Yes! Another thing that irks me–people who dont leave voicemails! You had to be calling me for something….please let me know what it is.
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When I first read this, I thought you were going to say “I scratch myself” and I was going to comment “Oh man, I scratch myself all the time!” But then I realized that’s not what it said and if I told you I scratched myself and you didn’t, well, you might deem me Unacceptable.
But now I just commented that I do scratch myself. So there you go.
Pretty much nothing here is forbidden, so scratch away!
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I’m totally a “structured ritual”-type person myself on weekday mornings. I’m sure it would be less structured if I rose early and got myself ready all nice and leisurely, but I like to get up in JUST ENOUGH time to get out the door on time. That’s why I need to be structured!
Exactly the same for me–I know how much time it takes and if I deviate, I am screwed.
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OH Damn girl! Challah bread, seriously? I totally could have used that for breakfast after last night. My friend was laid off yesterday and he decided that drinking a handle of Jim alone was not the best of ideas and dragged me down with him. I realized today that like you I AM NOT 21 ANYMORE. It is a sad day in JP land.
Oh, to be 21 again…nevermind…I really do not want to be 21 again.
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We have similar foibles except I am genetically predisposed to spend less than 5 minutes on any and all calls. True story.
I don’t think it is genetic…I think it is a me thing. I deal with plenty of other genetic curses.
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Not to keep disagreeing, but you know how I am with voicemails … unless you have something crucial to impart, please do not leave me a voicemail. If you need to recite an address or something, please do it in a text – that’s easier, anyway. If you were just calling to say hi, I will assume that that is the case and won’t have to go to the trouble of logging into my voicemail. That’s my policy.
You can say whatever the hell you want. You don’t have to agree with me. I don’t think having differing opinions/preferences is “disagreeing”. You have your policy, I have mine. It works out well in the end.
PS–I knew you would chime in here.
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Rock.Star.Status
Seriously who drinks like that? Oh yeah, you do
Mama always told me I would be a star.
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That looks like Heaven on a plate – another one going in cookbook file. I should just make a seperate binder and call them the Lemmonex files………..haha
Oh, thanks Zip. I have a binder at home too–Irish Lebowski made it for me. Love her. I suggest using page protectors so you don’t get food on the recipes.
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I don’t know what happened between childhood and now, but somewhere along the line I stopped eating french toast. Which is totally and completely unacceptable.
This looks so delicious, I might have to make something like it for dinner tonight.
Which will totally mess with MY routine, haha, but oh well
Welcome Nicole! I am totally in support of breakfast for dinner.
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Aww sweetness, you are the best. That french toast was delicious, as was our night.
They don’t call me the shot hazer for nothing darling.
And you were the bestest pledge EVER.
xo
My liver has written me a very angry letter, though.
And, thanks.
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what’s a red eye? i am exactly the same way about the phone. did you just happen to have challah sitting around…left over from friday night shabbat dinner perhaps?
I bought the challah because I knew Kass would like it.
Red eye is a coffee with a shot of espresso. Holy caffeine Batman.
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Sweet mother of CHALLAH FRENCH TOAST. Thoroughly unfair.
I never said I played fair.
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