The morning after Christmas. Wrapping paper, remains of a day, like strewn confetti after a grand festival, with the morning light reminding us that a new day is dawn.
The day after Christmas has a feeling all its own doesn't it?
Because after such a feast that Christmas brings why stop?
I held the day old baguette and flashed, "Pain perdu."
In France a day old baguette is as hard as a brick. Hence, French toast was created, which in France is called "Pain Perdu".
I sliced the baguette thinly. Then in a bowl I added six large farm eggs, two heapfuls of creme fraiche (like sour cream) a tablespoon of sugar, a dash or two of nutmeg, a splash of water which was really champagne from the night before and whipped.
Then I tossed the thinly sliced dried baguette and mixed.
Letting it set for fifteen minutes or longer.
In a baking dish that was heavily buttered I layered the French toast mixture, adding any left over liquid on top.
Baked until golden for about fifteen minutes at 350°.
Served with a spoon of creme fraiche and maple syrup (a gift from the last person who stayed in our apartment. Thank you!)
Tomorrow yes tomorrow the day of no more feasting, pig out, holiday treats begin... until New Year's Eve that is.
