Bonjour! Ooo hoo hoo hoooo I am wearing my beret and my stripey top mon cherie. Good morning! You can wake up to a bit of French in your kitchen with this simple recipe for French toast. It really does taste better if you are wearing a beret, but if you don’t have one you can just sing ”Frere Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?’ on repeat. “Are you sleeping, are you sleeping”.. it’s a bit creepy if you sing it to someone while they are sleeping to wake them up. But I digress.
French toast is easy, fun, yummy and better than frog legs for breakfast. It’s so easy you can make it in a ”Le tired” state even before having a coffee in the morning! Read more…
As far as I’m concerned, the only things that exist on Sunday mornings are breakfast and the newspaper. Often I’ll try to prepare a special breakfast to make the most of my favourite morning of the week. My tendency is usually to poach a couple of eggs, mash an avocado and toast sourdough. However, lately I’ve been finding that cooked breakfasts are slowing me down – particularly when I replace ‘poached’ with ‘fried’ and ‘avocado’ with ‘bacon’. But I think I’ve found something lighter and still quite special to help ease me into the day. Read more…
Fathers Day is on September 4th , and for me I’m just simply looking forward to sitting down to a tasty breaky with the family.
There is nothing better than having your family around, trying to make your day special in the simplest ways. With a little adult supervision, the kids can get involved to help make a delicious breakfast with a lot of love, memories and special family times. Read more…

This morning I made a breakfast dish that my Dad used to make for me and my brother & sister when I was a kid. My Dad used to make these Saturday mornings and called them “One-Eyed Egyptians”. I’m not sure where the name came from. And asking around, people know this breakfast delight as many different names – toad in the hole, sunshine toast and egg in a basket to name just a few.
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Growing up, Shrove Tuesday was always a big event in my household. Year after year, Mum would wake us with the buttery smell of pancakes sizzling on the hot plate (somehow we never needed an alarm to get us out of bed that day).
Granted, it probably wasn’t the most nutritious of breakfasts but surely a perfect once a year treat, or – if you follow how Shrove Tuesday was originally intended – a great way of getting rid of your plain flour, eggs and milk in preparation of 40 days of fasting. Read more…