Whenever I’m feeling down, I make some toast. As simple as it is, there’s nothing else quite like it – it boggles my mind quite often. I believe this is where memories come into play: mundane objects or events in the past that provided some sort of relief turn into fond memories. Those are the small things that make you have an inner smile somewhere in your heart.
For me, it’s my mom making Taiwanese toast with salted butter and orange marmalade (a combination that reigns supreme, still), just for me. So, in toast I trust and find familiarity, comfort, and contentedness.
With a twist, of course. If I’m feeling indulgent, I venture out and spread a thin layer of sour cream after the butter has melted. I’ve also used cream cheese, and I alternate based on what’s in my refrigerator, but sour cream is much silkier and easier to spread on toast. No one likes a collapsed, ripped toast, am I right?
Lastly, I top off my toast with a jam or preserve. Use any flavor you like, but with the sour cream addition, I highly recommend a berry type. The result is reminiscent of a fruit cheesecake or even Danish pastry. Saved you a trip to the French bakery, didn’t I?
P.S. Use a cream/milk-based bread; when toasted, it brings an exquisite balance between fluff and crunch – and adds more buttery goodness.