My favorite meal of the day is breakfast. I'm not sure why, but it always makes me think of cool mornings with the windows open, no homework and movie marathons. As a result, Nick and I usually eat pretty good Saturday morning. Saturday's are the only days that we do not have a reason to get up early, and we take advantage of that.
Last Saturday, I made french toast. During the week, my mom and step-dad came to visit, and we had some leftover french bread from our meal with them. I cut the bread into slices; mixed together 2 eggs, about a cup of milk, a teaspoon or two of vanilla and lots of cinnamon; soaked the slices and voila!