Alright, so here's the thing. If you were to ask me what I would want for my very last meal on this earth, I would answer quickly and without hesitation, French toast. It is my idea of food paradise, and if done right, makes me one happy camper.
How do I prefer my French toast, you might ask? Well, my version of French toast is simple, classic and not at all
froofy
(which is what I am calling Matt and Renato's version). I eat mine one
way and one way only. It needs to be slathered in butter and covered in
powdered sugar. And by covered, I don't mean dusted or sprinkled. No, we
are talkin' a think blanket of sugary snow that slowly melts into the
butter to form a candy-like coating on top of the bread. It's how I have
been doing it since I was a wee lass and to me is heaven on a plate!