This past weekend I decided to make the Kiddo French toast. I can’t remember the last time I made it, I know it’s been years (probably at least four) so he had no idea what it was I was going to make him eat. He watched me mix the eggs and dump in the milk, he saw me add a bit of sugar and his smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. He watched me add the vanilla and the nutmeg and it grew a bit more (he thinks of those as ‘cake’ ingredients).
I turned on the skillet and he asked if I was making it like toasted cake, I told him yes that when it came off the skillet it would be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. I then pulled out the powdered sugar and the butter and the syrup.
The Kiddo loved it! He ate three pieces before he was full, he saved a few for his dad (for when he got home from work). The next morning I started to get out the cereal and the Kiddo demanded the “special cake toast” again. I decided it sounded okay so I made another batch. He gobbled it up as quickly as he had the day before.
He told me that he thinks we need to have the special toast every day for breakfast. I told him we’d get fat and that we better save it for a once a week thing instead. Breads good for you and all but covering it in powdered sugar and dipping it in syrup doesn’t help the healthy factor any.