This breakfast just feels like cozy. It feels like happiness. It’s warm, sweet, crunchy on top and absolutely melts in your mouth.
Quite a lot of my love for it has to do with the memories associated. On my first white Christmas and the first holiday spent in Utah with my boyfriend Brayden’s family, we had baked french toast for breakfast. His grandma had made several pans and invited everyone over to her house for a Christmas brunch. Family, chatter, clanking of kitchenware and all of the wonderful breakfast smells of cinnamon, syrup and honey-cured ham.
One of my favorite parts of that day was simply sitting on the couch with a hearty slice of baked french toast, looking out the window at the falling snow. Since then, I’ve wanted to create a baked french toast that invoked that same warm, comfy, happy feeling.
This recipe is so easy to…
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