Recently, my wife sent me a link to a recipe of a French toast peanut butter and jelly sandwich. God only knows how she found it. It is made of three French toasts, crunchy peanut butter, blueberry jam and raspberries. It looks absolutely calorific and the perfect recipe if you want to clog your arteries. Typical American overindulgence. Now, because Wolfie is quite fond of French toasts, my wife would like me to make it for him. And, well... I don't know. I love every single component of the French toast sandwich, but I never liked the idea of mixing jam and peanut butter, for one. It spoils the flavour of both in my opinion. And adding it to French toasts... It's just so piggish, isn't it? I guess at least he wouldn't be short on proteins. Anyway, since I saw the recipe, I keep wondering who is the sick, twisted mind who invented this abomination.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
It must have been invented by Elvis' European cousin to rival Elvis' famous deep-fried peanut butter banana sandwich. And look what happened to Elvis. Beware.
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