Sometimes you must make french toast

I've been getting a bit restless lately. It tends to happen on the weekends, after just one day of no school (and none of the stress that comes with it). With nothing to worry about, I have nothing to keep my whacked-out brain occupied. And so, I drive myself crazy.

I'm actually surprised I lasted this long. Already 5 days into vacation (yes, I just counted it up on my fingers) and it's JUST starting to hit me. Well, I have kept myself distracted by playing around with the camera, since Mom decided she wanted a sort of photo shoot of the house.

Of course I've also been watching at least an hour of How I Met Your Mother and spending hours drooling over the various food blogs I follow (or used to follow, back when I had time for such luxuries) each day. You know, gradually turning myself into a vegetable. A vegetable who really likes food.

So today I woke up thinking that I needed to get out and do something different. Actually I think I had a dream about it, and of course, once you have a dream about something, you just can't get it out of your head. I was planning to propose to Mom that we go out somewhere to eat (in my world "going out" and "doing something" always entails some form of eating or food appreciation), but we have plans to go to Rajdhani for thalis tomorrow. Think the best, cheapest, most satisfying buffet you've ever had- except you don't even have to get up to get the food. No no, with thalis, the food comes to YOU.

Although I really couldn't wait another day to go out for thalis, I agreed that having thalis two days in a row is just a little excessive.

But sometimes, you must give in to the insistent voice in your head of your stomach demanding something exciting and a little beyond the usual routine.

Sometimes, you must make french toast. Raisin-walnut french toast with caramelized bananas, to be exact.

Now let me tell you, this raisin-walnut bread (which I'm sorry to say I didn't make at home) is fantastic. We must buy it from Waitrose/Spinney's at least once a week now. It's just so lovely: the subtle sweetness of the raisins, the perfectly browned and rustic crust, the warm undertones and indulgent crunch of the walnuts. And with bananas (and sometimes peanut butter or honey) it's like some crazy-good banana bread that you didn't even need to break out the mixing bowls for.

Before I forget, it's time for my blog resolution. Even though it's not New Years yet, I feel I'll actually stick to it if I type it out and publish it.

So. I am really awful at keeping up with blog posts. It's not that I don't have anything to write (I will always have some lovely food to rave about), it's that I just cannot find the time to sit down and make myself be good about it. I commend all those people who stick to their blogs and write at least once a week (especially those people whose blogs I read and get rather upset at when they don't provide foodie entertainment for me every day). So it is now my resolution to be like them. Write, photograph, eat good food (like I don't already!) every day.