The Kirby Family's French Toast
By Breana Kirby
I sit in my usual chair at the table. The bright and colorful balloons that were tied to the chair brushed against the back of my head. It was almost annoying in a way, but this was the tradition, it would feel wrong without all of these balloons. My mom sat on the chair beside me, my brother was in the chair across from me. My dad on the other hand was still in the kitchen preparing the birthday dinner. I never needed to request what food I wanted, it was obvious. I had it every year for my birthday, it was another important tradition, like everything else. Small bowls of toppings sat in the middle of the table. Cut up bananas and strawberries, even raspberries too. Whenever my mom bought raspberries, I kept forgetting to eat them, leaving them rotting and covered in mold. She always scolded me whenever she found them abandoned in the fridge.
My mom doesn’t buy raspberries often, but today was a special occasion. Speaking of it, I could already smell the freshly made bread from the kitchen. I awaited patiently, kicking my feet back and forth in anticipation. My dad then finally entered the dining room, holding a plate of french toast in his hands. He reached over the table and set it down in the middle. Almost immediately I reached for the best looking piece. My brother got to it first, putting it on his plate with a prideful expression. |
“Let your sister have it, it's her birthday,” my mom said, grabbing the piece of toast and then putting it on my plate. I gave my brother a playful grin, watching as his face fell. He groaned in frustration, muttering a small, “okay…” before getting his own piece.
My little brother, of course, starts to put every kind of topping on his french toast, as much as he can. Every fruit on the table was piled up in a big mess, then chocolate chips were on top of the already large pile. Then finally, an unnecessary amount of maple syrup coated the french toast, nearly covering the entire plate as well. It was a sugary mess, and it was always a fun thing to bring up on arguments about eating too much sugar. My french toast was cut up into smaller, bit sized triangles and squares. Each had one or two banana slices, a pinch of chocolate chips, and then the perfect amount of icing sugar was sprinkled on top… Well, the perfect amount for me was a lot, but it was still perfect, no matter how much my mom scolded me for eating too much sugar. Either way, it was my birthday. It was my day. So as we all sat around the table, bringing up ridiculous conversation topics. I brought up one of my own. “Dad, can you teach me how to make french toast?” |
What you will need: 4 eggs ½ cup of milk 8 slices of bread (it's usually better when they’re stale) Cinamon Butter A pan (the size of it doesn’t matter) Small bowl |
|