The first meal I ever cooked for Mr. Branflake was French Toast.
It was during the summer we fell in love and I went all out:
I sliced the berries, cut the bread in diagonals, and dusted it all with powdered sugar.
Boy, I sure did want to impress that man!
Little did I know, it was the first of thousands of times I would cook for him.
Tuesday morning (on our 8th anniversary) I recreated the meal as a little surprise.
I'm not a fan of fruit, but when strawberries are as shiny and juicy as this you can't pass them up.
I made the breakfast extra special with crispy bacon and orange juice in fancy cups.
It was a perfect way to start our eighth year together.
Are you a French Toast lover?
How do you cook yours?
(I like a dash of vanilla and some cream in the batter)
If you ever go out to breakfast with Mr. Branflake,
he'll 99% of the time order French Toast.