I had forgotten to post this, but I have a little bit of a story to share with the few readers I have of this blog. I don't know if I've discussed my dislike of french toast with this blog, but if I haven't, now you know - I hate french toast. And not really because french toast is gross, or off putting. Most french toast looks and tastes amazing. I mainly hate french toast because my mom would make "french toast". Let me delve deeper.
My mom did a lot for us growing up, although I didn't appreciate it at the time, as most kids don't. She stressed the importance of having breakfast before going to school, which was one of the last things we wanted to do, as we wanted to sleep more. One of the things she would make for us, when the Wonder Bread was starting to go bad, was "French Toast". I truly dreaded those days. It was more like a slightly coated, soggy abomination to bread, and topped with...a kraft cheese slice. How is this french toast, I don't know, but that's what she called it. I would try to choke that down, but honestly, it was disgusting. Really disgusting.
Fast forward to today. Owen loves french toast, but I'm very adverse to it, I usually have MAYBE a bite, and just don't feel like having any more. It's not logical, I know, as what my mom made was completely different than an order of french toast at a diner...but...I still don't like it.
I went home for the holidays this past Christmas, and one morning I woke up...to the sound of mom saying, "GET UP! Hurry up and eat because I made FRENCH TOAST!" My insides did a somersault, I was filled with dread. My dad saw my hesitation, and he said, "Just think of it as "Chinese Toast". I think that helped. And I think my mom has gotten better at making it, or the bread wasn't as stale as it was in the past...here's a shot of it...
I admit, it's not so bad. No Kraft singles in sight this time too. I still don't like it. Don't ask me why. I'm never going to like french toast. Sorry mom.