I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been a comfort eater. Had a bad day at work? Here’s a candy bar! Bad night of sleep? How about a caramel latte and an apple fritter from Sbux?
So it should really come as no surprise that when I’m sick, I crave comfort foods. Fortunately, before I’d caught a cold from E-money, I’d made a huge batch of white bean soup. I modified this recipe from the Food Network, increasing the bacon and serving in a big bowl instead of as an appetizer in a shot glass. Serve with crumbled goat cheese and slices of crusty french bread. Perfect for a chilly afternoon or a stuffy nose.
We don’t usually eat bread, as Chris is gluten intolerant, so I was trying to think of some creative ways I could use the left overs. Enter, french toast. I went to sleep last night dreaming about breakfast, and I was not disappointed. I just threw together my own custard using an egg, heavy whipping cream, some white sugar and a dash of vanilla. My recipe is very loosely based on the most magical french toast recipe ever created, by Ina Garten, of course.
I let the slices sit in the mixture for around 10-15 minutes a side, until they were nice and soft. Next, I fried them in butter and served with hot maple syrup, a side of bacon, and a double espresso with fresh whipped cream.
My nose is raw and red, my eyes are watery, and my throat is on fire. But my belly is full and happy. So at least there’s that.