Hi Everyone, One fine Sunday morning, many moons ago, a mother busied herself in the kitchen making breakfast for her children. There was homemade bread baked late the day before and fresh eggs bought from the market. Onions, scallions, parsley and hot pepper were finely minced and assembled in a bowl. The kids figured that it was going to be a breakfast of fried eggs and toast, but then their mother did something rather strange. She dunked thick slices of the bread into the bowl of whisked eggs, milk and herbs and then transferred them to the frying pan that was heated with a little oil. The eldest child frowned and then quickly recovered, ‘Oh, this must be some new recipe mommy learnt about.’
My mom’s savoury version of French toast went down so well that every time my siblings and I
