Mmm, Mmm, Toasty

My best buddy ScrappyGurl sent me some recipes recently.




I hate to admit it, but I haven't felt very adventurous in my cooking in a long time, and chances are, had it been anyone else that sent the recipes, I probably would have tucked them away in my binder until such time as I could have disposed of them without paining my conscience too much.

But, this was ScrappyGurl, and not only is she a great cook, she's a great friend too, so I actually read the recipes, added the ingredients to my shopping list, bought them, and stored them away.

Till this morning.

When I opened the cabinet to grab a box of cereal, the loaf of Texas toast I had bought to make ScrappyGurl's favorite french toast caught my eye. Inspiration struck. And oh my, how glad I am it did!

This french toast is the most unusual I've ever had...it's crunchy! But not in the I-left-it-in-the-oven-too-long way in which mine is usually crunchy...hers is crunch with a purpose. The lofty purpose of holding up under the sweet weight of homemade cinnamon syrup.

You can see little spots of cinnamon on the plate above...I was chintzy with the syrup for the picture because I didn't want you all to see the embarrassingly huge puddle of syrup that's usually on my plate when pancakes or french toast are involved. ScrappyGurl's cinnamon syrup is good enough to drink out of the pitcher.

Not that I would do such a thing.

If anyone is interested in the recipe, post a comment and I'll seek permission to pass it along. And then I'll give you ScrappyGurl's phone number, because I know you'll want to be calling her and drooling over the phone the way I did this morning.