This is a newlywed breakfast.
What I mean by that is… I made it the first week we were home after getting married. We were still in this completely head-over-heels with happiness bubble. I am not the breakfast maker in our household (My Other Half and his father are known for their legendary breakfasts), but for some reason I decided to get up early and tackle this amazingness, and present it to my husband with a cup of dark roast as though our lives would forever be so effortless with wedded bliss.
So we’ve been married 4.5 months and although it’s been terrific and lovely (and being married DOES feel different, by the way), I’m not so naïve. These sorts of breakfasts just aren’t real life.
But they CAN be dream life and that was exactly what I was getting at by whipping this up! I don’t think there are words in the English language that accurately describe the magic that goes on in your mouth when eating this French toast. Sorcery? Enchantment? Euphoria? I don’t know.
It’s just damn delicous. Oh, and it’s FRIDAY so you can totally make it this weekend.
Rule of thumb – put bourbon in any recipe (breakfast, lunch or dinner) and my immediate response is GIVE ME THAT NOW. This is no different.