Usually, when Ella comes home from practice, she’s not hungry. The hard practice, the hot nights, the substantial lunches or snacks that are part of our hobbit regimen–these add up to a light dinner. Some nights, we talk until something shifts and she recognizes hunger, more often she’ll shower and return to the table when she’s ready. But one night there was no dinner. As in not one single thing made it on to her plate or into her mouth.
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Yesterday, before we were even awake, the kids made us coffee and themselves French Toast.
Now I can rest assured that they can make breakfast in bed for whatever life partner they choose.
My work here may be done.
4 thick slices cinnamon challah bread
3 eggs
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (we like Penzey’s blend) or to taste
butter for griddle
In a shallow bowl, whisk eggs, sugar, and cinnamon.
Soak bread in egg mixture on both sides.
Heat griddle to medium, then lightly butter and cook bread, turning once, until egg batter is cooked through and bread is very lightly browned.
Serve warm with maple syrup.
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