French toast feels like home. It reminds me of foggy mornings, thick blankets, and entire days spent by a fire. It brings with it such nostalgia - not from childhood, per se, but when I was back home from college, in between semesters. I remember feeling so grown-up and independent while I was away, but when sitting on the stools at the kitchen counter, I loved that my parents still made me french toast for breakfast. This recipe is a variation on the original with a crumbly top that adds a wonderful texture and really elevates the dish to another level. I put mine in ramekins for individual servings and look forward to making it for my parents the next time they're in town.
Balthazar's French Onion Soup
I have a major weakness for French brasseries and Balthazar in New York is one of my all-time favorites. I remember the first time I ever went - it was in September a few years back and my husband surprised me by taking the red-eye flight from L.A. the night before. He arrived ...read more