Yesterday, on the way home from school, I do what I always do, and I ask
my boys if "Blah, blah, blah" sounds good for dinner.
Even if they say no... it's what's for dinner, so I don't know why I ask... I guess I'm a little
But yesterday, when I ask if "French Toast" sounded good, my 9 year old Johnny piped in...
"Oh Mamala... it's my fave... breakfast for dinner."
Well... that's all the help I needed.
But I was tired... I'm not sleeping well, due to Hubby incessant snoring.
So what did I do?
I made French Toast... but in the oven.
I had to homemade Baguettes that I baked on Monday, that were on their way to being stale and moldy in a few days if I didn't either use them or freeze them...
I diagonally sliced both up, whipped up a batch of custard consisting of
2 cups nonfat milk
2 T vanilla
Orange Zest of one orange
I placed all the bread into a large 13x9 stone, and poured the entire egg mixture over all the
bread, soaking it. (This is actually best done the night before, so it gets all soggy and gooey)
Then I popped it into a 375 degree oven for about 20 minutes.
It was divine.
I served it with some sliced and cooked Aidells Chicken and Apple Sausage
and orange slices from our oranges out back.
I wish I had pictures... but we devoured it all so fast... when I remember to snap a shot...
Johnny opened his mouth and said...
"This is all that's left Mama!"
I am raising them to be such little gentlemen...