Lydia asked for french toast for breakfast and, after saying an immediate, “No!” I thought, “Why not?”
Eden cracked the eggs, while I measured the milk and spices (cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla.) I love french toast, but rarely order it in restaurants because it can have such fine parameters. Unless a really good, thick bread is used, it HAS to be hot, which can be almost impossible when four other meals are ordered with it.
The girls cooked their pieces, then I made a couple for Christopher and then there was just enough for two more. Paul and I each had one. Baby it was goooooood. The nutmeg was key. I used whole wheat bread and real maple syrup (sparingly) so it was certainly more healthful than most bowls of cereal. And since we didn’t overeat I feel quite good.
I recommend.
I adjusted it to four servings which gave us enough for eight pieces of bread.
french toast is my favourite…