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.