This was not a good Bastille Day for those unfortunates in Nice, but I am commemorating France in general today with French Toast for breakfast and French Bread Pizza for dinner.
The French toast pretty much speaks for itself. It came out quite well, I thought.
This was my breakfast – two poachers, two slices of French toast, and two halves of a breakfast sausage patty.
Continuing with the French theme, we had a Pizza Supreme meal, with hot Italian sausage, mushrooms, pepperoni, mozzarella cheese, Vidalia onions, colored peppers, black olives, and a new temptation – anchovies. It had been on the order of ten or more years since I have purchased a tin of anchovies, but the tiny dabs you see here on each pizza, sent shivers of saltiness all through my body. I am not a big salt eater, so these guys were definitely noticed.
I baked them straight in the oven in the cast iron skillet that I had sautéed the veggies in. It worked great, and took just a short time because the pan was already good and hot.
There is one of the big pieces left from last night. Any takers?