We were able to sleep in this morning as we did Mass last night. What a joy! I got up and asked if anyone wanted French toast. Receiving an intensely positive response I trundled off to the Fast Stop for bread, milk, and syrup. Since I don’t have a big griddle, cooking French toast for my family is a lengthy process at just two slices at a time. An hour, one and a half loaves of bread, 6 eggs, and one bottle of syrup (!) later, we all were over-full with one lonely piece of French toast left over.
My family doesn’t eat French toast correctly, however. They all go for the syrup/brown sugar variety while I prefer jelly on mine, with a dusting of powdered sugar on top of that, (as, clearly, there’s not enough sugar without that sprinkling!).
Nice capper for our Spring Break!