Post Past: Ricotta stuffed French Toast

So we are landed immigrants in NYC for the next week or so. Strange feeling to be back here with a 3 month lag. The good news is that nothing really changes.
Crowds, tourists, stalled subways? Check. Four random people blessed me when I sneezed. Feeling the love.
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Post past: Ricotta French Toast

Char had been inspired by a food network treat and recreated it for us the Sunday before we left MN. I have had visions of French toast since then... This is my adapted version of the delightful brunch treat:

• 2 slices of bread per person (brioche, Challah, cinnamon raisin bread...)
• 2-3 eggs beaten in a bowl with a cup of milk or half&half, cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar to taste.
• fresh ricotta, raw honey, berries (fresh preferable) or other seasonal fruit.
• Frying pan, butter or canola oil for frying.
  

1) Make a sandwich of the bread, ricotta, berries. Spread with raw honey if preferred.
2) Beat egg mixture till frothy and all ingredients are well blended.
3) Heat and grease pan.
4) Dip each sandwich in the egg mixture and coat well.
5) Fry french toast on both sides till crisp.
6) Serve with additional fruit, dust with powdered sugar.

Holding out for Springtime and our own Manhattan Skyline

The winter is no time for a vacation in Minneapolis.
We are realizing this fact the hard way. The sun in the sky is not an indicator of a lovely day for a walk. The sunniest days have been the coldest. Though we are trying to get out of the house and have at least one adventure a day, it seems like it's easier to stay put. Sunset at 5:20, dinner at 7. Depressing thoughts.
We left the house yesterday, computer and novels a-tow.
We parked the car on 24th street and as I got out I noticed the house with the flowerbox. Sweet. Still holding out for springtime??
I know I am.



Cross the street to Nicollet. Arrive at Spyhouse. Surly baristas, average coffee, stale food, dirty tables, packed 24/7, strange collection of students, chess playing weird old men, loafers and grimy furniture. Ahhhh... feels like home!! We miss you, NY! Feels like the Tea Lounge on Union St. Brooklyn minus the babies and stroller brigade. The sweet part of the evening was taking pictures of the cafe and realizing how many of the kitchy 50's era art was of the Manhattan skyline! Check it out: