Welcome to my blog! I am a reporter/writer on an indefinite parenting sabbatical, and this is my current creative outlet -- a page from the maternal arts (culinary division) for the kitchen-challenged: breakfast art.
My wry, sweet, funny middle son was recently diagnosed with Crohn's disease, and in the months leading up to the diagnosis this fall, he lost a lot of weight he did not have to lose. It hurt too much for him to eat. It hurt me too much to watch him not eat. SO…as they say, necessity is the mother of invention, and I decided that I needed to create some added enhancements to get that boy to the table. I needed to make him laugh. Since french toast was just about the only thing he could reliably choke down with any consistency, I decided that this divine delectation from my own childhood would become my path to the laughs…and to a kind of white trash version of nutrition for my son (bread, butter, egg, milk, cinnamon-- practically health food :)).
Challah bread, the wonderful, squishy, eggy sacred bread of the Sabbath would be my artistic medium, my comic vehicle.
The first few toasts went undocumented: a smiley face here, a kind of neanderthal man there. And then I decided to start taking pictures. I went lowbrow, appealing to the baser humor of a 13-year-old: I fashioned a tush out of the back to back "mirror" images of two lumpy pieces of challah. And below it, sliced and placed cris-crossed like logs in a fire, the work product of said tush. My son was mortified and delighted. He ate his breakfast just to "gross me out". I was thrilled.
The next day, I did this one, and called it "A Sunset in One Color". He bought it….or at least he ate it with a smile. |
Other days were much lazier. Inspired by the "wonders of the world" theme on a day where I was scrambling to get the kids off to school, I went for the pyramids in Egypt. |
I have always liked art and architecture with text- phrases like those by artist Jenny Holtzer or the names of "the greats" in various fields, like Plato, Euripedes, etc. atop a library. |
Here, in a cross between "waste not want not" and homage to the arts, is my rather impressionist Guggenheim museum, made from the edges of the bread from another design. |
Eventually, I began to feel a little guilt about all those carbs, and his tummy became a bit better able to tolerate a slight variety of foods…so I expanded the medium beyond bread. |
But not for long: As we labored under the deep freeze of the Polar Vortex, and farrrrrr too many school-free snow days. Igloo 2.0 came soon thereafter. |
Here, with the clip art sketch that was its inspiration. |
Couldn't decide if it should have a chimney. |
I began taking requests and suggestions. My friend Julie was really into the "Wonders of the World/landmarks" thing, and she threw down the gauntlet: "Do Stonehenge". I demurred…"I am not ready for a 3D tableau".
Back to fruit…"The Wink"
In honor of the Olympics, and the mini-reenactment of the Russia vs. US miracle on unfriendly (Sochi) ice, "Hockey player with chipped tooth"
And then "Hockey player with a black eye and a chipped tooth"
And finally, when we packed up the kids and went to visit Julie and her family in Florida, I was ready to take on Stonehenge as my first collaborative effort. We clicked on a great image of Stonehenge, and then did a mockup on the counter pre-cooking, just to lay it all out and make sure we had all the bits and pieces just where we needed them. On this day, we traded in challah for ciabatta because the latter's flat shape and firm crust lent itself much better to recreating the shapes of the vertical, rectangular stones.
To avoid the soggy factor, we decided to forego the French toast squish for the cinnamon toast crunch. Julie supplied the viking in a total plunge into historical and scale inaccuracy. We really did try to put all the stones in the right places.
The parthenon…an early effort.
And finally, the French Eiffel tower in French toast.