8am. Awake early on a Sunday morning. A beautiful rarity for me. The city was sweepingly serene and quiet. As I pretended to still be asleep, I heard the usual sounds of rummaging in the kitchen. The master was prepping her instruments...
10am. Sara's family arrived and warmth suddenly filled the apartment. Théo's big blue eyes lit up the room. Everyone's laughter filled the air. Sunrays flooded our windows that day.
11am. Breakfast was finally ready! It was perhaps the best french toast all of us have ever had. Thinly sliced bosc pears, caramelized in sugar, tucked inside bread dipped in a pear-liqueur-spiked egg batter... then crisped to a golden brown, and topped with powdered sugar. As if it couldn't get any better, out came the crispy applewood bacon. The result was all smiles and a lot of "mm-mmming". A wonderful day for Rachel, Fabien and Théo to visit, for Sara's pear-ents to be there, enjoying the delicious pear-ing that was so ap-pear-ant (sorry had to to do it!).
So nicely written. Like the play on words! It was a perfect day spending time together and having the very best french toast!! More, please.....
ReplyDeleteI agree! Such a wonderful brunch with amazing food and even better company. I'd like to have seconds too - we'll have to try and re-create the masterpiece one of these days....
ReplyDeleteLooooooooooved it...wish it was "them"! Just kidding! I was first impressed with the banana-walnut version we had with you before, but this pear version is absolutely DE-LI-CIOUS! And what about that great orange flavor in the batter! Yum, I feel like biting in one again!
ReplyDeleteThank you for a Théo's perfect first day in the city!