As a kid, French toast is something we only had on REALLY special occasions because my mother’s recipe for it was complex and required letting the bread slices dry a couple days then having them soak in the mixture overnight, mixture which itself demanded some time, the golden fleece and the blood of a unicorn who never breathed the same air as a house fly.
One day though I realized I could read and found recipes than didn’t demand you pledge your soul to a crimson goat but instead could be done very quickly and on the cheap. This one here is the most basic expression of such a smile-inducing breakfast so as with all the recipes I present here, use it as a starting point to find your own favorite personal variation. I myself rarely derogate from this one, if only to sometimes add a bit of orange zest.
Enjoy!
Anthony's Basic Cookbook 