It started with a tweet.
Last week R tweeted me (it’s how all the modern families are communicating their dining wishes don’t you know?) a picture of this thing she’d found on t’interweb and asked if we could recreate it.
Cinnamon? Nutella? Frying? I was so unbelievably in. You really ought to be too. Look. At. It.
Oooozy and delicious.
First things first, I went of a quick guilt assuaging run. I did a couple of miles in my new trainers and stopped off for raspberries on the way back to up the fruit quota.
Guilt firmly out of the picture, if you want to make this go gather these things.
In an ideal world and with a little pre planning we’d have infused our own cinnamon sugar but for the sake of reducing the pan-to-face time to a bare minimum I mixed together about 100g golden caster sugar and a heaped teaspoon of ground cinnamon and it worked just fine.
2) When it’s gorgeously golden all over, dredge the french toast in your cinnamon sugar, get it good and coated and breathe deeply, it smells glorious.
4) Eat, groan, repeat as many times as you can manage.
I didn’t have time to make all the pictures the right way up or do any fancy schmancy editing so y’know, just go make these and take your own beautiful pictures; they’re really quite photogenic!
Best breakfast ever? Yarp! Don’t eat a stack of them and then try to do anything at all afterwards, that just doesn’t work.