Panettone French Toast

Panettone French Toast could be just the gluten free and lacto ovo vegetarian recipe you've been looking for. This recipe serves 6. One portion of this dish contains approximately 10g of protein, 31g of fat, and a total of 541 calories. For 83 cents per serving, this recipe covers 9% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes approximately 28 minutes. If you have brown sugar, powdered sugar, whole milk, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. It is a very affordable recipe for fans of American food. It works well as a side dish. 3480 people have tried and liked this recipe. It is brought to you by Foodnetwork. Overall, this recipe earns a rather bad spoonacular score of 31%. If you like this recipe, take a look at these similar recipes: Panettone French Toast, Panettone French Toast, and Panettone French Toast.

Servings: 6

Preparation duration: 8 minutes

Cooking duration: 20 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1 packed cup brown sugar

6 large eggs

1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

3/4 cup heavy whipping cream

1/2 cup mascarpone cheese

Serving suggestion: powdered sugar and assorted fresh berries.

1/4 cup sugar

2 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided

1 cup water

2 tablespoons whipping cream

3/4 cup whole milk

1 (1-pound) panettone, paper removed

Equipment:

sauce pan

whisk

frying pan

griddle

oven

serrated knife

bowl

baking sheet

Cooking instruction summary:

Watch how to make this recipe. For the syrup: In a medium saucepan, bring the water and sugar to a boil over high heat, stirring until the sugar dissolves. Boil until the syrup reduces to 1 cup, about 10 minutes. Remove the pan from the heat and whisk in the cream and cinnamon. Keep the syrup warm over low heat until ready to serve. (The syrup can be made 1 day ahead. Cool, then cover and refrigerate. Reheat before serving). For the French toast: Preheat the oven to 200 degrees F. Preheat a nonstick griddle or large nonstick saute pan over medium heat. Using a serrated knife, remove the top from the panettone. Cut the bottom of the panettone in half crosswise. Cut each half into 4 equal pieces. In a large bowl, whisk together the eggs, cream, milk, and sugar until smooth. Melt 1 tablespoon of butter on the griddle. Working in batches, dip slices of panettone into the custard, turning to allow both sides to absorb the custard. Cook the soaked panettone slices until golden brown and firm to the touch, about 4 minutes per side. Transfer the French toast to a baking sheet and keep warm in the oven. Repeat with remaining 1 tablespoon butter and panettone slices. Transfer the French toast to plates. Drizzle the cinnamon syrup over the French toast and place a dollop of mascarpone on top. Lightly dust with powdered sugar and serve with fresh berries.

 

Step by step:


1. Watch how to make this recipe.

2. For the syrup: In a medium saucepan, bring the water and sugar to a boil over high heat, stirring until the sugar dissolves. Boil until the syrup reduces to 1 cup, about 10 minutes.

3. Remove the pan from the heat and whisk in the cream and cinnamon. Keep the syrup warm over low heat until ready to serve. (The syrup can be made 1 day ahead. Cool, then cover and refrigerate. Reheat before serving).

4. For the French toast: Preheat the oven to 200 degrees F. Preheat a nonstick griddle or large nonstick saute pan over medium heat.

5. Using a serrated knife, remove the top from the panettone.

6. Cut the bottom of the panettone in half crosswise.

7. Cut each half into 4 equal pieces. In a large bowl, whisk together the eggs, cream, milk, and sugar until smooth. Melt 1 tablespoon of butter on the griddle. Working in batches, dip slices of panettone into the custard, turning to allow both sides to absorb the custard. Cook the soaked panettone slices until golden brown and firm to the touch, about 4 minutes per side.

8. Transfer the French toast to a baking sheet and keep warm in the oven. Repeat with remaining 1 tablespoon butter and panettone slices.

9. Transfer the French toast to plates.

10. Drizzle the cinnamon syrup over the French toast and place a dollop of mascarpone on top. Lightly dust with powdered sugar and serve with fresh berries.


Nutrition Information:

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530k Calories
9g Protein
30g Total Fat
55g Carbs
2% Health Score
Limit These
Calories
530k
27%

Fat
30g
47%

  Saturated Fat
17g
111%

Carbohydrates
55g
19%

  Sugar
53g
59%

Cholesterol
265mg
88%

Sodium
120mg
5%

Get Enough Of These
Protein
9g
19%

Selenium
17µg
25%

Vitamin A
1209IU
24%

Vitamin B2
0.32mg
19%

Phosphorus
148mg
15%

Calcium
145mg
15%

Vitamin D
1µg
11%

Vitamin B12
0.65µg
11%

Vitamin B5
1mg
10%

Vitamin E
1mg
7%

Folate
26µg
7%

Iron
1mg
7%

Vitamin B6
0.12mg
6%

Zinc
0.86mg
6%

Potassium
186mg
5%

Magnesium
15mg
4%

Copper
0.07mg
4%

Manganese
0.07mg
3%

Vitamin B1
0.04mg
3%

Vitamin K
1µg
2%

covered percent of daily need
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