I’ve been thinking a lot about this french toast.
My mom and I go on a holiday every year together, generally someplace in the US, and primarily for the purpose of shopping. We’ve been everywhere, Boston, New York, Phoenix, San Francisco, Atlanta. This year because I was going to Maui for the wedding, I thought it would be good if she came with me and we had our trip there.
We have a holiday tradition of ordering french toast for breakfast at least once. It’s not something either of us makes or eats at home, ever, and it seems like a really special treat to have when we’re away – so I generally suck it up for that inevitable stomach ache and enjoy some heavenly syrup-y goodness. Well, let me tell you, french toast in Maui is on a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL. In addition to what you see listed above – imagine yummy coconut syrup in lieu of maple syrup – and you can guarantee that it’s delicious. Well I wouldn’t know. I didn’t order it. For WHATEVER REASON, it just never seemed to work out. I went all the way to Hawaii and all I got was this stinkin’ picture of a menu describing french toast. How lame is that?
P.S. This is the sweet bread I mentioned before, minus the taro. I have to get my hands on a recipe.