French Toast

I bought a loaf of Fairway's Holly bread (but I think it's just Challah bread for the non-Jews) because I was craving inch-thick French toast and Wonder bread just wasn't going to cut it.











It reminded me of those special Saturday mornings when my sleepy-headed adolescent-self rolled out of bed to find my mom making french toast (I believe she used Wonder bread). As I reflect upon it, I now realize the most memorable moments with just my mom and myself were over breakfast. We were either walking down to Shalimar Diner to get our 2 eggs, corned beef hash & home fries special, or piling lox over our cream cheese-d bagels. While we haven't done those in years, I still find the times we get brunch very nice.