It’s been far too long since we have had french toast. There have been a number of occasions when we wanted to make it so badly that we’ve gone to the local pharmacy (the closest store to us that sells any sort of food) to find bread. Alas, we could not bring ourselves to buy the wonderbread-esque stuff that they sell, so it’s been a while. Yesterday, though, was our ten year anniversary so on top of feeling hungry, I was feeling nostalgic. French toast is our special breakfast food. Before I learned how to make scones, pancakes or crepes, french toast was our thing. So, I knew that I had to make some challah in preparation for a very special Sunday morning french toast meal.
The first time that I made bread it was a total disaster, it didn’t rise, it didn’t taste very good, but boy, was it exciting. I find it fascinating to watch the yeast activate and froth up, and the dough rise and transform into something completely different. It really is an amazing process to watch and you realize how ‘alive’ your food is. It’s like magic!