Well Cowboy got his cute butt back in the kitchen this weekend. It was no big deal, except the clouds opened up, the sun shone down on the barnyard and all the animals and the birds in the woods met me outside in the morning spring air and joined me in my pouffy dress as I spontaneously choreographed a song and dance number appropriately titled “Hallelujah.”
And then after my big finish I pulled myself together and promptly joined Cowboy inside because I didn’t want to miss this. I mean he’s been a busy man who, despite my protesting, has left his apron folded up for so long he actually forgot about it. But this weekend enough was enough. After weeks of overcooked noodles, undercooked chicken, Fruity Pebbles for breakfast, lunch, dinner and bagels for dessert I was carb loaded, tired of googling recipes with three ingredients and ready for some real, hearty, cooking.
And ready for breakfast, Cowboy style.
Turns out I was not the only one who has been impatiently awaiting Cowboy’s triumphant return to his craft. Cowboy’s dad has been phoning in his requests for recipes for Cowboy to tweak and try for months. Recipes he’s concocted or dreamed about while flipping through and falling asleep to home renovation channels, reality TV and hunting shows.
Yes, this breakfast idea came into Cowboy’s culinary life via a phone call from his dad, who has probably found the only hunting program on the face of the planet that has a cooking segment. But I guess you come across some surprising programming when you are faced with insomnia and one trillion channels.
Anyway, after three prodding phone calls from his loving father, Cowboy caved and began the process of analyzing the ingredients and making tweaks to Cowboy this recipe up.
So I’d like to take a moment to thank father-in-law for his persistence. See, lately I’ve had this brilliant idea to partake in lunges and boxing and weight lifting and other torturous activities under the guidance of a DVD staring a couple TV personalities who go by the name of Jillian and Bob. Did I mention the lunges. Lots and lots of lunges.
So for the love of Martha, I was starving.
Let’s get to it.
Cowboy Cooks Crunchy French Toast
Step 1: Hydration
This particular morning called for the classic Orange Julius.
- 6 oz frozen orange juice from concentrate
- 1 cup milk
- 1/4 cup sugar
- splash of vanilla
- 10 ice cubes
Throw in a blender and blend away.
And then gasp as your husband grabs the vodka and turns you into a sinner and your innocent Orange Julius into something much less family-mall-day and a little more rock-star rebellious–The Vodkaulius. Or, if you have Malibu rum you could turn your morning into a tropical getaway by creating what we fondly refer to as The Malibulious.
Please don’t judge us.
Step 2: The Ingredients
Ok, once you are adequately hydrated and liquored up at 11 am, fumble around the kitchen and gather the following:
- 8 slices of bread (Cowboy likes Texas Toast the best. Wifey couldn’t find Texas Toast at the grocery store. We worked through it)
- 3 eggs
- 1 tsp vanilla
- ¼ cup milk
- ¼ cup heavy whipping cream (yes, I said it)
- 2 cups flakey cereal (We used Honey Bunches of Oats, but corn flakes or some sort of bran could work too)
- A sprinkle of cinnamon
- A sprinkle of sugar
Now step back, throw some bacon on the griddle, take a sip of your VodkaMalibulious and wonder how you could go wrong with heavy whipping cream, sugar and vodka in the morning.
You will not come up with an answer.
Step 3: Mix it up
- Warm up your griddle or pan to about 350 while you mix up the ingredients and wait on the bacon (because if you think you are going to have a Cowboy breakfast without bacon your are sorely mistaken my friend.)
- In a casserole dish or other flat container crack three eggs
- Add the cream, milk and vanilla
- Then whisk (or fork) it all together
- Sprinkle in the cinnamon and sugar. We have a fancy 2-in-1 cinnamon and sugar grinder because apparently we use the combo enough to warrant this type of purchase. Try not to be jealous.
- Here’s where Cowboy, in his true spontaneous recipe fashion, threw me a curveball secret ingredient and reached for the brown sugar I didn’t know about (and neither did you) and added a few pinches of the sweet stuff. Ok, ok, things were getting serious around here. I started lunging.
- Ok, now set that concoction aside, in a separate casserole dish add your cereal
- And crush it up a bit, Cowboy style (or you know, you could use a utensil if you aren’t man enough to use your knuckles…geesh)
Step 4: Cook it already
Alrighty, now we bring it all together.
- Make sure your griddle is saturated with cooking oil and the oil is nice a hot.
- Dip a piece of bread in the egg/milk/sugar/crazy healthy concoction, fully coating both sides, regular french toast style
- Then move the saturated bread slice over to the cereal and coat it evenly on both sides
- Now throw it on the griddle
and continue the process until your griddle is full of coated bread and the house smells like breakfast and sweet cinnamon and sugar and everything that’s right and good with the world.
- Cook the toast about three minutes on this side or until the cereal is nice and golden brown. While you’re waiting get your syrup and bacon and all your breakfast additions ready to roll so you won’t have to wait one extra minute to eat. Now flip ’em over!
- Wait another three minutes or so, plate the golden, sweet, crunchy breakfast toasts up and turn around to find that your dear wife has called your in-laws and they are waiting patiently with their own Vodkauliouses, bacon, syrup and snarky napkins for this hunting show inspired, father suggested, breakfast item…and that same wife is lunging and singing a Disney song. And then whisper to yourself “what have I become?”
And enjoy…with bacon and maple syrup…
or bacon, eggs and a little splash of summer in the form of homemade Chokecherry syrup.
Ahhh, heaven is a sunny weekend and breakfast at the ranch.
Have a great Monday…
If you need me, I’ll be lunging…
Ahh, yes, I do know those lunges. I think I bought the same workout you have. Injured my knee on day two of lunges. The DVD went right to my daughter-in-law. I’ve been eating happy with a couple of walks daily with my 10-month-old golden retriever, Gracie, ever since. I’ll make this Cowboy Crunchy French Toast and eat without guilt. Yum!
Oh Sue, I know The Biggest Loser workouts are intense! I bought a couple DVDs to switch up and I can definitely feel it. It’s those darn lunges…walks with your pup sounds a little less painful, and more relaxing. Hope you’ll try this recipe, it was a fun breakfast.
I’ve definitely got to try this–without the booze as husband and I are alcoholics trying to be good. I especially like the card at the end. K
What a great sounding breakfast……and why does that napking look so darn familiar!!
haha, I love my snarky napkins!
Ohweee! I am adding this to my breakfast folder! Thanks! I once made a french toast coated with a Cap-n-Crunch mix – pretty festive, esp for the kids!
I’ve heard of the Cap-n-Crunch cereal french toast. That sounds fun. Maybe we’ll have to try that next!
Fantastic! I’ve done something similar with steel cut oats, but this would really have the crunch that mine lacked. And liquor in the morning? Makes the task of cooking breakfast a lot more . . . interesting.
Oh, that sounds interesting…this recipe definitely had a nice crunch. It was a fun twist on classic French Toast. Oh, and just a splash of vodka on a Saturday morning…why not…we only live once 🙂 Just a splash…
Oops! New Cowboy cooking show. This was fun to watch. I’m licking the screen.
Hahaha…if Cowboy did a cooking show it would have to be narrated by me I think…he’s the intense, silent cooking type. It’s definitely a spectacle with me asking questions and telling him to slow down so I can take seven thousand photos…but it’s always delicious!
OMG that French Toast looks … Killer!
Now I’m hungry for breakfast .. after 8 at night 🙂
Oh, you should totally make this…8pm, 10pm, 2am…anytime’s a great time for breakfast 🙂
Yummy! And, really, who doesn’t like to get liquored up at 11 a.m. on a Saturday??
Haha, that’s what I say. Isn’t that what Saturday’s are for? Doing whatever you want? hmmmm…maybe sometimes 🙂