Young Cher definitely suffered multiple cases of identity crisis.
Yep, identity crisis is one thing I sure can understand.
The mid-80's were not kind.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie.
Those pre-teen/ early-teen years are tough enough.
Add to that glasses, braces and a horrible case of social awkwardness.
Add to that 1980's style perm and some insanely crazy clothing choices to round things out.
I don't really have to elaborate do I? Surely you get the idea.
There is still some photographic evidence floating around. It frightens me.
My mom always told me it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I didn't believe her, but it sure was nice of her to say so. It's a gift that mothers have - being able to over look at their children through rose-colored lenses.
Fortunately, by the early 90's a healthy growth spurt, braces removal, contacts and some time with some magazines cured the worst of it. The social awkwardness probably never went away, but at least I could pretend.
Coupetade is a dish with an identity crisis going on as well. Is it French Toast? Is it bread pudding? Some call it dessert, but I think it lands firmly in the breakfast camp.
Enriched bread (I used leftover rum soaked bread from this savarin) is given the French toast treatment and THEN it gets a soaking in a custard base and is baked off like bread pudding. Whaattt???
Weird, but it worked.
I guess that if Coupetade can live with its identity crisis and still come out alright in the end, I guess there is hope for me too.
Yeah, I am going to roll with that.