Saturday, October 26, 2013

Ingredients:
·         Butter
·         Cinnamon
·         Bread (fresh preferably)

Preparation:
            Set the oven to broil at 275 degrees. Lay out 6 pieces of bread on a pan. Make sure they are equally separated. Get out a butter knife, and spread the butter onto the bread (Make sure it is evenly distributed.). I would wake up to the sound of bacon sizzling and popping, like a warm camp fire, on the stove. Since my job was to turn on the oven and spread the butter, my grandmother would patiently wait for me to awaken from my dazed state. Pouring me a glass of milk, she sat across from me writing a grocery list. The smell of the breakfast food just made me even more tired. The first thing she said was we needed more cinnamon.      
           Take half a tea spoon of cinnamon, for each piece of bread, and spread it like you did with the butter. Make sure to distribute it equally, or there could be too much cinnamon or too much butter. My grandmother has never liked cinnamon, but after she would make the French toast she would eat it. I never understood that because of the things she has said about cinnamon. “The taste is too strong!” or “The texture of cinnamon is gritty, like sand!” But she would still eat it, every time, and I would laugh at her for it. She told me that day that she always tastes her masterpieces, even if she didn't like the food.

            Once the oven is heated, place the pan on the top rack. Wait till the butter is melted and the edges are golden brown before putting it on the bottom rack. Keep it on the bottom rack for at least 2 minutes. Since I would laugh at my grandmother for her silly ways, she would laugh at how impatient I was. I’ve always hated waiting for the French toast to cook and cool. It’s agonizing when it’s right in front of you, but if you eat one your mouth will burn. I didn't want the eggs, waffles, sausages, or bacon that was already done. I just wanted the French toast.

            Take the French toast out and let it cool. Once it is cool, you can enjoy it! Eating the French toast with my grandmother on that early Saturday morning, will always be my favorite memory. The smells, the love, and the warmth, will always linger and cling to me. I hope it is her favorite memory too, because it will always be mine.

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