Celebrating Modern Jewish Living Through Food, Tradition, and Family
Our challah French toast is dipped in a vanilla-infused custard with egg and cinnamon and lightly fried to perfection.
The Backstory: Jewish or not Jewish, I don’t know anyone who doesn’t go weak in the knees at their first bite of Challah French Toast (and if they didn’t go all bendy, then I probably couldn’t trust them anyway. But I digress…) What I love most about this recipe is that it was one of my favorite things to cook for my father. When my dad used to visit me in Andover, Massachusetts, he would always wake up early, be showered, freshly shaved, and dressed before anyone else in the house was even thinking about getting out of bed. I think my dad’s 30+ years as a bagel baker made him a perpetual early riser (no pun intended) long after he stopped making bagels. He was always up as soon as the sun rose, as if he needed to light the kettle, make a dough, and get ready for the morning’s customers. More of the Backstory after the recipe…
Because my father was such a gifted baker in his own right, serving him a perfect meal was one of my life’s greatest achievements (when I did it right). To this day, and even as I write these words for you now, I can honestly see the look of pure joy on his face when he would take his first bite, smile at me, and give me a thumbs up and say (as he did every single time) “Home run!”
You’re welcome, Daddy.