Instructions and more drool-worthy pictures of Smore’s French Toast
Fun Quirky Jessi fact: S’mores are one of those treats that I didn’t get to try until I was nearly an adult. It’s kinda like Toys R Us….everybody else did it as a kid, while I made up for it later instead.
For a more grown-up version for the rest of you, though, I think this french toast variety is a little more refined and “fancy”…
Wait. Can I call a dish that’s essentially bread stuffed with chocolate and marshmallow fluff, coated in crushed graham crackers, and then potentially fried….”fancy?”
Probably not. Hmm. Maybe it’s more…. “refined.” Nah.
Got it. It’s a great way to have s’mores indoors when it’s not summer prime time! Woot. There we go. Great description. I got your excuse all planned out for you. Now you must go indulge. :P
And bring me some, too, ok? Otherwise, I’ll have to wait until I’m old and senile for this to be inappropriate enough for me.
Mmmmm. I wouldn’t normally put beef and eggs together. I think eggs tend to go better with pork as breakfast sausage.
Now that Nablopomo is over, I figure it’s time to get back to posting more of the projects and foods I’ve made myself. I’m constantly talking about things I’ve done before, go to find the link, and realize that I never got around to posting about it. Bleh.
These fried bananas are ones I actually forgot about, which is funny, because my forgetfulness is what led to them in the first place. I kept buying a single plantain with the intent of us getting to try fried plantains, only to then forget it bought it until long after it’d gone soft, black, and
furry slimy nasty.
How’d I make them? I, uh, winged it. I sliced the bananas, tossed them with a combination of flour and cinnamon, and then fried them in a pan, likely with butter.
Wait, no, looks like oil. *Eyes the right-hand side of the photo* Yep, oil.
I don’t remember what I did when I was winging it. Don’t judge. That’s what the pictures are for…to remind me how I did something. :P
Anyyywaaaayyyy….cinnamon toast. Butter, sugar, cinnamon on bread in the broiler. Complicated, I know.
I tried to be all technical and precise by lining a certain number of slices on each piece of bread for a picture. But really, that’s ugly and unappetizing.
Piling it on was much, much better.
Because I was winging it, I accidentally overcompensated for the sweetness of the bananas, thinking the toast and bananas should both be unsweetened. Turns out, they weren’t really sweet enough, so I sprinkled a little sugar on top. Kids loved it.