French Toast Check-Up

Salad Pizza

Dinner Thursday Night

Snack!

Here are some slices of the "Chocolate Bread" from Rose Levy Beranbaum's The Cake Bible. A super simple classic recipe that I returned to last week after ages apart only to find it hasn't aged at all. The cake whips up in a jiffy and keeps wrapped in plastic for five or six days = perfect snacking. Next time I think I will add a teaspoon of fleur de sel to the batter. Or maybe not. No point in messing with perfection.

Stained Glass French Toast

Whatever Happened to Leg Room?

As a rule (I have lots of them; the only rules I like to follow are the ones I make for myself) I don't ever eat franchised fast food. But like every rule, this too has its exception. Whenever I fly and the time of day fits I make it a point to eat a fish sandwich and small French fries before boarding. Something about a square fillet of fish on a white bread bun with orange cheese and tartar sauce seems properly as unnatural as the process of flying itself. Also it tastes really great and unlike the old days when airplanes had smoking sections and leg room, one must fend for oneself culinarily when airborne, though usually I am asleep from thirty minutes after takeoff to thirty minutes before landing. On an ideal flight anyway. Here's the home version, a panko crusted piece of fish fresh from the freezer, topped with a slice of cheddar cheese; equal parts mayonnaise and relish for tartar sauce; a bun from the local bakery. Not as exciting as a trip to Mexico (in my dreams!) but tasty enough on a Wednesday.

Sunday in the Park with French Toast

Snow Day

Outside

Inside

The Receipt