I love French Toast.
My mother was a firm believer that breakfast was the most important meal of the day and she believed in having a big breakfast. When my sisters and I were growing up in the 60s and 70s, she always cooked breakfast for us and our dad in the morning. One day it might be French toast, the next Oatmeal, the next Scrambled eggs, the next Cream of Wheat, the next country ham and biscuits and gravy, the next sunny-side-up eggs (she called them dip toast eggs), the next waffles or pancakes, the next grapefruit (I wasn’t a big fan but I ate it), and the next soft-boiled eggs. When she had eggs, there was always bacon, sausage or ham to go with them and toast or biscuits. If she had leftover mashed potatoes from the previous night’s dinner, she’d make potato cakes (hers were SO good and I’ve never been able to make them where they taste as good as hers) or sometimes she or my dad would make hash brown potatoes. Some days we’d have a bowl of cereal and toast and jelly or cinnamon toast, and very rarely, there might be something like cinnamon rolls, pop tarts, or heated Krispy Kreme doughnuts, but she just about always cooked.
On cold days, she would make my sisters and me a cup of hot cocoa (she and my father drank coffee but my sisters and I were not allowed) and I remember having chocolate Ovaltine a few times. She just about always made us drink milk with breakfast and there was always some sort of juice.
I think the French toast she made was just about always my favorite. This morning I made whole wheat French toast and topped it off with some fresh berries. Yummmm!
Are you a big breakfast eater? Do you like French toast? How do you like to eat it?