Wednesday, January 6, 2016

She will love you forever, if you let her. That's who she is.

Blackberry and Goat Cheese Stuffed French Toast
The prodigal son has returned! I have come back from my Indian travels and have so many stories to tell. 

What surprises me every single time I come back from India, is the all consuming sense of sadness I feel. Ever since I was a child I would resist feeling good about our annual entire summer trips to my parents' hometown in South India. 

"But all my friends are going to have so much fun without me! Why do we have to go???"

And without fail, every single year, I would come back feeling impossibly sad I left. I would miss the Indian head bobble (since we Indians really hate saying no and disappointing people), my cousins, and the strangely liberating feeling of not paying attention to any sense of punctuality (a really BIG FUCKING deal for me). 

It has been 12 years since I set foot in India, and I have once again returned surprisingly melancholic. 

Thus, I regale you with a love profile I encountered during my adventures. Raj was our driver for three days while we traveled across Agra and Jaipur. His infectious laugh and surprisingly liberal attitude on life kept us entertained the whole trip.

A Profile of Love: Raj
Can you find Raj??

How many girls did you meet before your wife?

Two. One was a too fat, the other too much challenge. I met my wife once and said okay she is a good girl.

How long did it take for you to fall in love?

Eh maybe a six months after marriage? But my wife, complete good package. I love her too much, very much. She a very nice good girl and make me happy.

What do you like about your wife?

She is so smart, more intelligent than me. She make me proud. She is brave, she does everything a man can do. So beautiful, and she makes me very comfortable. She is the boss!

What's your advice for a happy marriage?

You don't have too much controversy. I give her freedom and she give me my freedom. 

I tell my wife from beginning I do the drink and smoke. If you is having problem then we finish here. She said no problem, just stay in the hotel or at home when you drink. No fighting with people or making controversy.

How did your family play into deciding who you married?

My father a very intelligent man. In our country we do dowry sometimes, and people commit the suicide when they know they have too many daughters and not much money. My father says we only marry girls from poor families and never ask for dowry. We want to make life easier for people.

Are you happy?

Yes. Very much happy, my wife makes me so very very happy.

You are a very nice beautiful girl. I know, you are loyal. You will see. Only a wonderful man you will get, and he will be so so lucky in having you.

For Raj I wanted to make a lovely Blackberry and Goat Cheese Stuffed French Toast. An impossibly romantic Sunday breakfast item to make for your lover!

Blackberry and Goat Cheese Stuffed French Toast
Serves Two

2 Thick Slices Challah Bread 
1 Egg
1/2 Cup Milk
1/4 Cup Sugar
1 Tsp Vanilla Extract
Maple Syrup and Fresh Blackberries for serving

1/2 Cup Blackberries
2 Tsp Water
1/2 Tsp Lemon Juice
1/2 Tsp Vanilla Extract
1 Tsp Cornstarch
3 Tbsp Goat Cheese
2 Tbsp Powdered Sugar

1. Place the blackberries, lemon juice, vanilla extract, and water in saucepan and cook for 5 to 8 minutes until they have melded into a sauce

2. Add cornstarch to thicken

3. Allow to cool for approximately 5 minutes. Mix in goat cheese and powdered sugar. Set Aside

4. Slice two thick slices of challah bread
5. Use a sharp knife to cut a pocket in the bread, be careful! Don't FUCK UP! This part is the make it or break it moment

6. Divide the filling between the two pockets

7. Whisk together 1 egg, 1/4 Cup sugar, 1/2 cup milk, and 1 tsp vanilla extract together

8. Dredge the stuffed slices in the egg mixture

9. Shallow fry for approximately 3 to 4 minutes per side

10. Hope to god your partner enjoys your extravagant show of love and breakfast :)

Now you have to love me! I made stuffed French toast <3<3<3

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