Sunday morning, when I like to go to the church of the fancy breakfast. This morning I made french toast with the chocolate babka. Warning: for reasons incomprehensible to me, the men in my life don’t like sweet breakfasts. I’m afraid I egged Sparks into eating this one, though. You’re a hero sweetie.
I make my french toast batter egg-heavy, and flavor it with vanilla and lemon zest (or sometimes vanilla and cinnamon). For people who can tolerate Teh Sweet in the morning, I also throw a little sugar onto the second side of the french toast while the first side is cooking; this makes a nice crackly crust and makes syrup unnecessary.
This was so good and so fast, I can’t remember why I ever eat breakfast in restaurants.