Sunday morning…need I say more? I woke up this morning and got the coffee going and then set off to make breakfast. I have been craving french toast for a while, but between early mornings, battling the plague and never having the right bread on hand, the craving has had to wait. When I was grocery shopping yesterday and saw the loaf of fresh Cuban bread I knew that not only would it make a great accompaniment to dinner, it would be perfect for breakfast.
After the coffee brewed and I enjoyed my first cup, I set up the mixture of one egg, vanilla, cinnamon, and milk and dredged the bread on both sides. Then I cooked on a heated griddle four minutes per side and enjoyed with kosher syrup. The only thing missing was a sprinkle of confectioners sugar which I was inexplicably out off, but still it was perfect in this, its simplest form.