Blaine had a friend sleep over last night, so I made the kids a special treat for breakfast. I whipped some eggs together with turbinado sugar (for crunch), cinnamon, half-and-half, and vanilla, then took same stale French bread, sliced on a long diagonal, and soaked the pieces in the mixture until they were soft. Fried them nicely brown, then sprinkled them with powdered sugar and drizzled grade A dark amber maple syrup all over them.
Yeah, baby, that is French toast.
17 thoughts on “My kids think I’m a goddess…”
Never mind your kids, I think you’re a goddess for making that for your kids. :-)
The subject line reminds me of a card I got for one of my friends for her birthday. It has two old ladies on the front, and the text is:
“My pool boy says I’m hot.”
“That pool boy is correct. You are hot.”
The inside of the card says, “We’ll always be good for each other. Happy birthday.”
So I read the subject line and pictured the old ladies: “Those kids are correct. You are a goddess.”
Yummy! That sounds AMAZING!!!
Would you adopt me?
My mouth is watering, do you do delivery?
Augh! Hannah beat me to this comment!
You rawk, Deanna.
Can *I* sleep over if it means getting your French toast in the morning? Or the night before? Or whenever? :)
Can you make French-Canadian toast? (It’s the same as French toast, but the egg keeps trying to separate.)
Yum. I think I’m gonna make some of that with the semi-stale bread in the freezer.
I am now off to look for turbinado sugar….
Ooooooo! Yummy! Maybe that’s what I’ll make for dinner….
Thanks Steve, I just snorted coffee through my nose and onto my keyboard.
That sounds REALLY good. I’ll have to try it sometime.
Damn! I’m writing that one down in the ol’ recipe book!
I smell a World Fantasy Con Post Drunken Revel Breakfast Tradition in the making…
Great ,cool,french toast is awesome