Weekends are kind of like mini-holidays for people who work Monday through Friday. Mornings are typically rushed during the week with little time to spend extra time in the kitchen. One of the fanciest breakfasts I remember my mother making was French toast. I only got to have that when on vacation. The occasion was when my two young stepdaughters were on a summer visit. The eldest, Ivy, who stayed right by Mother’s side to watch, said, “I know how to make French toast.” A bond between those two began that day. They were so much alike in some ways. Possible perfectionists, they had aRead More →