Christmas morning has always been my favorite part of the year. I have such fond memories of waking up with my sister, often before sunrise, to dig into our stockings. Now, I prefer to sleep in until the sun comes up, but Christmas morning is still my favorite. I love snuggling around the fire in my Christmas pjs, slippers, and a cup of hot tea. We always have a delicious breakfast spread before we unwrap all of the presents under the tree. This year will be the most special as it is our first Christmas with Gracie. I know that she doesn’t understand Christmas yet and certainly won’t be unwrapping her own presents, but I can’t wait to see her face when she sees all of the wrapping paper and ribbons and tissue to play with. I can’t wait to start new traditions and celebrate old ones with my precious baby girl.
Memories of Christmas morning always include french toast, and my grandfather made the absolute best. We would bring out the griddle, and he would fry the custard-soaked french bread slices until crisp and golden. Dusted with powdered sugar and served with a side of bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice, it was the perfect, if not calorie-laden, fuel for opening presents all morning. I have tried to replicate my grandfather’s recipe many, many times but can never seem to get it quite right. Sometimes it is hard to perfectly recreate loved ones’ recipes because it isn’t just about the food—it is also the wonderful memories that come with them. That, however, was not going to stop me from trying to get close as as close as possible to Papa Ben’s perfect french toast.