Thursday, July 27, 2017

Challah French Toast

it's been a painfully long time since i posted a recipe.. it seems i've lost the motivation to cook and post, i mean, i have done it here and there, but i just kind of fell of the bandwagon and my creative juices were dry..sad, i know. depression will do that to you, but by God's grace i think i've turned a corner and Lord willing, on the upswing! [hopefully i'll also get better at managing my run on sentences too..]

the other day i was with my kids after a doctor appointment running around and we stopped in at Trader Joe's. Honestly we go mostly for the tiny shopping carts. my girls love them. i end up throwing random things in their carts just so they feel like they are helping and i come home with all sorts of surprises..sigh.. 

i spied challah bread, and it looked so shiny and inviting, you could almost see the sheen from the egg wash atop the fluffy pillowy bread. i threw it in the cart. 

-fresh flowers-they seem to last longer than some flowers i come home with, 
-cambazola-a delicious soft cheese that is the perfect blend of cambebert and gorgonzola, i love to pair it with raspberry or fig jam smeared on crackers
-figi water-what can i say, i am a sucker for packaging and i honestly feel like this water tastes like silk on my tongue
-frozen macarons&frozen remade/pre cut lemon bars -we had our mentor couple coming that evening so that would take care of that
-oh, and a jug of heavy whipping cream 

all these rand o's ended up in the cart..

anyways, nathan was gone all day working and then helping a friend move so i knew i wasn't up to making a huge dinner or anything, something that would feed the kids with minimal effort and not a lot of comments from the peanut gallery. that's my kids. they swing either way with their commentary of my food-picky little buggers, but when they do like something, it's a win for me and they are good at letting me know:) 

i looked up a few recipes on Pinterest for french toast, and i remember also having challah french bread at restaurants..i'd been meaning to try it at home, so it seemed like a good option. 

i saw one recipe where it both fried the toast on the griddle and then popped it in the oven to give it that amazing texture and i loved that idea! i was determined to try it out. 

i guess this recipe in it's origins was an adaptation from an Alton Brown recipe, so i thought it could be trusted. i also happened to have most of the ingredients in my fridge, so that helped me out too. 

i loved how the french toast turned out! it was toasted and a soft crunch layer on the outside, marbles of brown and gold, and the bites on the inside was the soft, eggy-yet not soggy fluff i was looking for. i love a thick, rich french toast, but not so soggy and floppy like mine usually end up in the past-no longer! i think that extra step of popping the bread in the oven for even 5 minutes made all the difference! i don't know why i didn't try that before! My son's comment after a few bites he exclaimed, "wow, mom! this tastes like Anna's house!" [anna's house is a favorite breakfast restaurant that we frequent so if my food gets compared to that, then i consider that an accomplishment]

here's the recipe:

you'll need:
1 loaf of challah bread, sliced about 3/4 inch thick
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream 
3 eggs
2 tablespoons of honey
pinch of salt
3-4 tablespoons of butter

preheat oven to 375 degrees.

in a shallow baking dish, whisk together the milk, heavy whipping cream, eggs, honey, and salt.

soak the slices of bread on each side till they are nice and coated and even a little weighty from the custard. place on a cooling rack that sits atop a baking sheet to catch spills. let sit for a few minutes. 

spray some cooking spray on the griddle and then drop a dollop of butter. you want medium-low heat and then proceed to cook french toast slices for about 2-3 minutes on each side. 

transfer cooked slices to the sheet pan and bake for 5 minutes. [BEST PART]

remove goodness from the oven and plate the golden pillows. dust with powdered sugar and top with fresh strawberries. add syrup too. 

eat up. 

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

the hard season
split you through.
do not worry. 
you will bleed water.
do not worry. 
this is grief. 
your face will fall out and down your skin
there will be scorching.
but do not worry.
keep speaking the years from their hiding places.
keep coughing up smoke from all the deaths you 
have died. 
keep the rage tender.
because the soft season will come.
it will come.
both hands in your chest.
up all night. 
up all of the nights. 
to drink all damage into love. 


written by nayyirah waheed

Friday, July 21, 2017


the honest truth of it is,
i am tired.
i am beyond weak, 
dried up, 
and in search of living Water. 
my body is failing me in 
all sorts of ways
knee deep in depression-
i can't fight it on my own
[when could i?]
my eyes hurt
and they are broken once again-
requiring surgery 
sooner rather than later. 
and this life-
forming inside my womb
fighting to grow, 
to become. 
a heart beat beneath mine
i love 
but i am still tired. 
God, i don't know if 
i can do all of 
you know i am the weakest of 
your sheep
maimed and full of blemish. 
i just need You to carry me. 
i can't do it. 
i just can't. 
everything is so quiet 
and your silence communicates to me 
i am alone, 
although i know that is 
not true. 
i know you are very real, 
very present. 
i know your strong arms are tucked 
below mine
as i drag myself across the desert floor. 
i am so thirsty, Jesus. 
just a sip
of Your living Water

Friday, June 30, 2017

let another 
praise you, 
and not 
your own 
a stranger 
and not your 
own lips.

-proverbs 27.2

little gazelle

remember when we sat 
my van 
the air outside 
crisp and cheerful
the air inside 
a bit stifled 
but we didn't mind.
we putzied around with 
koala bear filters
all while laughing 
and you could have 
 no idea
that moments like these 
are pure gifts to me. 
they are light 
in my currently 
shade drawn world. 
somehow we always circle 
and land on the
sobering walk of sadness
and you never skip past it 
like some do.
you aren't afraid to stand at 
the water's edge with me 
as we stare at our reflections
wondering how we got here. 
we just both know that
we're here. 
and the water is dark and murky,
we fear what's just below the 
we are so incredibly thirsty 
we just want a drink of 
cold water. 
i think i know that for me 
you would keep watch 
while i bent low to drink 
and you know 
i would do the same for you. 
we are in this together. 
sure there are 
different things that 
make us sad,
but the common denominator 
is that sorrow and fear 
we know to be very real and 
it is a lonely path.
i just want you to know that 
you are not alone 
my gentle 
little gazelle. 
and i am thankful 
you walk with me too.
we will travel 
together till 
we find the