Mom and I go on our weekly Saturday brunch. I am never fond of the typical ‘brunch menu’ as it always contains egg dishes that do not fit into my current diet. However, I am a victim of the typical brunch scene – weekend relaxation with friends/family with a cup of tea in hand. Being served instead of serving others. Also, dining out is more about the service and being pampered than the foods to me. Sometimes.
Mom spotted the French toast at the restaurant we brunched at yesterday; unfortunately, she had already placed her eggs Benedict order. No point of return. This morning, I made her dream come true with my ‘healthy’ version of French toast. Yes, the nutella and the copious amount of butter are missing, but the French toast is still enlivened with fresh produces from the blackberries, crunchiness from the granola with a light toast of powdered sugar sprinkled on top. No snow yet in NYC (fingers-crossed…I am not a winter person), so this is just an homage to our winter season.