There are mornings I find myself waking to the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I think about how wonderful it would be to embrace the sweet and spicy aroma of Apple Butter Baked French Toast with Spiced Whipped Cream.
Then I admit to myself that I’m the chef in the family. So, if freshly baked anything is going to happen, I’ll need to get out of bed to make it. Not that I mind. Quite the opposite.
I’m usually an early riser and I suppose that stems from my need to cherish the quietest moments of the early morning. Watching the sunrise, or in the case of an Oregon winter, watching the daylight slowly appear.
Most weekend mornings, once I’ve had my coffee, snuggled with the Gus dog and sat quietly with my thoughts as the daylight arrives, I’ll get the urge to make something delicious for breakfast.
When my girls were little they adored pancakes and French toast. I’d often prep a French toast on a Friday or Saturday evening so the girls would wake the next morning to dreamy scents of French toast baking in the oven.
Just to mix things up a bit, sometimes I’d skip the jam or apple butter and add chocolate chips to the French toast. The delight on my daughters faces when they made the discovery of chocolate chips in the French toast was magical. It will forever be imprinted in my memories.
The beautiful gift of food is comforting, joyous, gives us connection and often an emotion I cannot describe. An emotion only to be felt.
My girls come home from college often and I still make them Apple Butter Baked French Toast with Spiced Whipped Cream. The delight on their faces still appears when they catch a glimpse of baked French toast on the kitchen table.
I’m sure it has nothing to do with the thought of chocolate chips hidden in the lovely baked treat. Most likely, the delight is relief that they didn’t have to think about making themselves breakfast.
Delicious Wishes and Loads of Baked French Toast Love!