Three Old Things

We are now, officially, grown ups.

We bought a new (to us anyway - old thing no 1) car yesterday which was very exciting, and slightly alarming.  Now we are truly grown ups, and now as we have taken the first step, it is down hill all the way to babies and mortgages.  Yikes.

We love our new little car however, it is red, and shiny, and we have been...discussing...a name for the past 2 days.  I thought something nice like Annie, or Josie, which are lovely names, but Edward is thinking along the lines of Red Devil, Red Baron etc.  Oh dear.

Exhausted by our exploits, we spent today recovering; Edward read an entire book and I did some sewing.    We started with a particularly delicious breakfast of fruit salad, hot fresh coffee and 'Pain Perdu'.  This is what we might unimaginatively in English call Eggy Bread, or if you really want to make it sound exciting, French Toast.  The French however, have come up with the name Pain Perdu, or 'Lost Bread' which sounds so much more interesting and romantic.  It is also delish and soo spectacularly and ridiculously easy.

Pain Perdu

The amounts are pretty un-exact, sort of slosh and guess, it will always taste nice!

1 egg

a large slosh of milk

half a stale baguette (old thing no 2)

(NB, Eggs from Darcey, one of our lovely bantams)

Beat the egg in a bowl, then stir in enough milk to make it...milky-ish.  Oh dear, not very good instructions.  Maybe about 150/200ml milk.

Slice the baguette into 1.5cm thick slices, and drop four or five into the egg mixture.  Heat a little oil or lard in a frying pan on a moderate heat.

Turn the slices over until they have soaked through, then place in the pan and fry until golden brown, then turn and cook the same on the other side.  Eat hot with your choice of topping.  We always had ours just sprinkled with sugar, but you could also sprinkle with cinnamon or nutmeg and sugar, maple syrup, jam, anything really!

My sewing project was a re-vamp job which I have had on my to-do list for a while.  I rescued from the bin a beautiful jumper (old no 3) which my Mum knitted for my Dad years ago, which had been soo loved (by Daddy and by moths) that it had reached the end of it's wear-able life.  I turned it into a cushion and it now adorns our sofa.  It is such a gorgeous pattern, I love the xoxoxox pattern that runs down the front, as if it is asking to be hugged!

It fastens as the back with vintage buttons.

Visit my website The Little Green Hen to procure your own hand-stitched recycled jumper cushion!