What do you do with a heel of whole grain bread, a banana, and a handful of craisins?
My mind lives for challenges like this.
I opened the refrigerator, taking in my options. I reached for the milk, eggs, and butter. Closing the door with my foot, I deposited my finds on the table next to the slice of bread and then grabbed the cinnamon and nutmeg from the spice shelf. In one bowl, I placed the torn pieces of bread. In another, I whipped up an egg, milk, cinnamon, nutmeg, and a dash of sugar. I poured the egg mixture over the bread and tossed it all together with slivers of butter, half a sliced banana (the other half lodged cozily in my stomach), and the handful of craisins.
I set the microwave for three minutes, placing the mystery creation inside this modern marvel of speed cooking. As the bowl spinned and the machine whirred, my senses eagerly awaited any sign to validate my brain's claims of tasty delight. After only moments, an aroma filled the kitchen.
sigh. I love it when I'm right.
(What sort of culinary experiments have you had success or failure with?)