WiFi totally counts as the Great Outdoors

My husband and I took a trip out to my parents' cabin for the weekend.

It's not that rustic of a place.

I mean, if there's an essay taped to the remotes explaining how to use the BluRay, Roku, and WiFi, it's not exactly roughing it.

So when Saturday morning rolled around all gray and rainy, it was TGF-Netflix.  And blueberry baked French toast.

Blueberry Baked French Toast makes 4 servings
7 slices 100% whole grain bread
5 eggs
1/2 cup 2% milk
2 tsp vanilla
3 tsp cinnamon
3 tsp white granulated sugar
3 cups frozen (or fresh) blueberries
2 teaspoons corn starch
1/4 cup white granulated sugar
1/3 cup orange juice

If your bread isn't slightly stale, you'll want to pop it in the oven at 350 for about 10 minutes, or until it's slightly dried out and rough.

Yes, I used 8 slices, but then realized I only needed 7.

Spray a loaf pan with nonstick cooking spray and tear up your bread into 2"-ish pieces.

In a medium bowl, whisk together eggs, 3 tsp sugar, cinnamon, milk, and vanilla.  Pour over bread chunks.  Add 1 cup blueberries and using a large spoon, gently toss the pieces to distribute both egg mix and blueberries.  Cover tight with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight.  This allows adequate time to let the egg soak into the bread.

You can make the blueberry sauce the night prior to serving as well.  In a small saucepan, whisk together corn starch with sugar.  Stir in orange juice.  Add remaining blueberries.  Cook over medium-high heat, stirring constantly.  As sauce begins bubbling, it will thicken.  Remove from heat.

To bake the French toast, preheat oven to 350 degrees and bake uncovered for 40-50 minutes, or until top is nicely browned and the bottom is no longer soggy.  Serve with blueberry sauce. Per serving: 368 calories, 7 g fiber, 15 g protein.  Not necessarily meant to be an everyday breakfast, but good for special occasions.

Ok, so awesome breakfast and all, but what the heck were we to watch on Netflix?

We decided it was finally time to start watching "Breaking Bad"...you know, 'cause everyone says it's the best.  And also 'cause I'm a leetle bit sick of Real Housewives.   

Three episodes later, the skies finally cleared up a bit and I could go tackle manly cabiny things like fishing.

Half cool, half ew.

Tomorrow I will post the weekend wrap-up Sunday dinner recipe.  'Til then, time for more Jesse Pinkman.