February 27, 2011 Comments Off on vegan french toast
Holy crow, that actually worked. In the quest to maintain our weekend breakfast routine and not drive my vegan brother out of the house, we tried to figure out how to do french toast this morning without eggs, butter, or milk. We had a bit of a baguette surplus, and with the homemade stuff you really have to nom it within two or three days or it turns stale quickly. Which, of course, makes the three week shelf life of a store bought loaf seem even creepier.
Anyway, I was pretty encouraged by our cookie experiment Friday night, which used ground flaxseeds mixed with water as a replacement for egg. We’ve also been using soy milk, which the girl actually likes straight and seemed sweet enough to qualify, and the vegan butter substitute had served fine for frying stuff. So my brother and I put one and one and one together and got…um…three.
And it worked, remarkably well. We chucked in a ton of vanilla, since I figured the missing egginess would need to be replaced by something, and we threw in some leftover whole wheat pastry flour to promote browning. The batter looked a little different, and they browned a little less intensely than with the egg batter, but as you can see they still looked passable–that’s half the battle, according to Coulter–and they tasted great. Lighter, certainly, and maybe not quite as crisp, but still recognizably french toast. O ate five slices, C ate four, which is some kind of record, so at least they served as adequate Maple Syrup Delivery Devices (MSDD’s).
So I guess we can claim this as an actual recipe. I should point out that it’s based on the Cook’s Illustrated recipe we’ve used in the past. It’s not cure for the common cold, but I think we can be justifiably proud. Vegan french toast, brothers and sisters. Vegan french toast.
Vegan French Toast
2 tablespoons flaxseeds, ground
6 tablespooons water
2 cups Soy milk
4 teaspoons vanilla extract
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons whole wheat pastry flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
Vegan butter (Earth Balance or similar)
10 slices of french bread, preferably a day or two old
Mix flaxseed and water until it’s an eggy paste. Whisk in Soy milk, vanilla, and dry ingredients. Soak bread in mixture for 30-40 seconds, flipping halfway through. Meanwhile, melt 1 tablespoon of butter in skillet and heat oven to 150°F. Place 3-4 slices of soaked bread in heated pan and fry until sides are golden brown, 3-4 minutes, flipping each slice halfway through. Place finished slices in warm oven and repeat. Serve with maple syrup and blueberries
January 29, 2011 § 2 Comments
We had big plans for the weekend, but last night the girl was still wiped out, so we agreed that, barring a remarkable recovery, we’d bag the plans to drive up to Minneapolis and just have a quiet weekend at home. Anyone need Timberwolves tickets? Because I’ve got some. She sacked out last night at 7:30 and is still asnooze…fourteen hours, which I think she needed. I just went up to make sure she was still breathing, which I don’t know if we’ve done since they were babies. I am, however, sensing a load of laundry in my immediate future.
Anyway, there are far worse things than a quiet weekend at home. Before she went to bed O asked if we could have french toast this morning instead of muffins. Given the tonnage of bread in the kitchen I thought that was a good idea. So they boy and I had our french toast, and the batter will sit until she finally joins the living. I asked C if he wanted his french toast made with our ciabatta, or if he wanted baseball bread. “Both,” he said, “I don’t know if I’d like french toast ciabatta.” I had to agree, this sounded risky given Franco-Italian relations through history.
I threw some flour into the batter this morning thinking it would crisp things up a bit. It did seem to brown nicely, but no crispier. Anyway, the boy nommed his ciabatta and left half of the store bread. I had to agree with him on this one.
It’s sunny and not so cold today, a nice crisp Iowa morning that promises sloppy streets and maybe a little less ice on the roof. I’m thinking a loaf or two of sandwich bread this weekend, and maybe an attempt at baguettes. The boy loves those. And so do I, really.
Update: The girl just got out of bed, a little wobbly but fever-free. She’s hitting the applesauce now, and is slowly contemplating nomming the entire refrigerator (except for the meat drawer). I think she’s back.