A recipe brought back from the family tour up the Inside Passage and into the goldmining regions of Alaska and Canada has become famous, and indespensable even, at Winter Weekend - Baked French Toast. It's more like bread-pudding but custardy and drowning in caramel sauce. The crew for Sunday morning breakfast consisted of Aunt Pat and Uncle Bear, Carlean, Sherry-Courtney and Sherry-Emina, Morvin and myself. Jami was there, but she cleverly avoided getting in the pictures by holding the camera...
Breakfast is served!
The feasts at Winter Weekend for the past several years have been taken on by Sir Jamal, a culinary force as well as a martial force. The last feast night we had a whole smoked boar (to the delight of the boar hunters!) and roasted shoulders.
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