It was the year 2000. My first trip abroad. First time to perform Philippine folk dance. First time to dance in front of an international audience. First glimpse of the Middle East (we took Gulf Air to Doha, then to Abu Dhabi, then Paris). First taste of authentic French food... Belgian beer... and Swiss chocolate. I was just starting to become vegetarian.
The dance festival wasn't in Paris though. It was in the south of France. It was in Montoire. Here's the poster of the festival in 2000 reposted here from the official festival website. Four weeks in France, one week in Belgium, then one week in Switzerland. It was surreal.
Ahhh... memories. The thoughts of European countryside is enough to make me want to go back. I can either do that through yoga or grad studies. Let's see what happens next year.
What triggered all these reminiscing? Oh, it's the breakfast. I made French toast. But is French toast really French? Let me refer you to Koerner (2003) and Shilcutt (2010).
Anyway, for this morning's breakfast. I used 1 egg, 4 tablespoons of full cream evaporated milk, 2 tablespoons of water, and half a teaspoon of sugar. Mix well. Use half of the mixture to coat one slice (about 6x6 inches) of whole wheat bread. Cook in a hot nonstick pan. Turn over after a minute or two. Spread some butter on the cooked top side. Turn over and then again some butter. Plate and sprinkle with cinnamon powder. Serve it with your favorite jam. Nice with hot chocolate or coffee latte.
The photo is not mine. It's from Shilcutt's article.
A la prochaine. Bonne journee!
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