I’ve already told you all about my deep love for weekend breakfasts. But maybe I haven’t told you why.
I have this amazing husband, that I sometimes think loves me more that I deserve. And I always worry that I’m going to fall off this pedestal he’s placed me on.
And I have this daughter that is already cooler and more spectacular than I will ever be. I know I’ll always be proud of her, but I worry about her being proud of me.
And I have to leave her 5 days a week and go to an office. And help people.
And I worry. About being a good mom. About all the insane things that could happen to Tater, because it happened once to someone, somewhere, one time, 12 years ago.
I worry that I spend too much time away from her. Is she happy enough? Am I doing the right thing by working? Would I lose all sanity if I was a real life Stay At Home Mom? I want her to have all the things that I didn’t, but one of those things is lots of one on one time…
Being a mom is so hard. No matter what your situation.
And even though these scary thoughts consume my drive to and from work, and sometimes make me cry, I always know that I can count on weekend breakfast. I know that no matter what else made me feel like a failure during the rest of the week, I can feel like I did something right.
I cooked yummy food for my little family. We ate it together. And we all smiled. For a small window of my week, we were perfect…. except when Tater put eggs in her Big Girl cup, and threw toast on the ground, and cried because I was taking too long to get it all to the table, and she fed Sophia raisins that could make dogs sick…OK, perfect doesn’t exist when you are a human and being a mom makes you see that gap as a huge chasm that you will never even make it half way across. But weekend breakfast makes it feel smaller.
I know that when I get old, I won’t remember the lack of sleep. The long commutes on LA freeways. The tantrums that drive me to a crazy place. But I will remember that smiling face. The family breakfast. Even though I have less patience than I want to have, and the thought of all the responsibility that goes along with parenting makes me so overwhelmed…. I still believe that theses really are "the good 'ole days." At least that’s how I will remember them. When I live to be 100.
Pecan Pie French Toast
(Will make you feel a little bit closer to perfect.
To be made during those weeks when you need to know that you did at least one thing right)
For the Filling/Topping
1 stick of butter
1 cup of firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 cup light corn syrup (like Karo)
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups chopped pecans
2 lightly beaten eggs
For the Toast:
8 slices of thick cut bread
2 cups of milk
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla
1 tbs sugar
Preheat oven to 400.
In a large sauce pan over medium high heat, combine butter, brown sugar, and corn syrup. Bring to a boil, stirring frequently, allow to boil for about 3-5 minutes. Remove from heat, stir in the pecans and vanilla and allow to cool to about room temp.
In a large bowl, combine the 3 eggs, milk, 1 tsp vanilla, salt, and sugar and whisk to combine. One at a time, soak each slice of bread for about 30 seconds. Add to a hot pan over medium-high heat, coated with non-stick cooking spray. Cook on each side for about 2-4 minutes or until golden brown. Transfer to a baking sheet, sprayed with non stick cooking spray (slices will be stacked, two slices high, so you only need a baking sheet big enough for 4 slices.) Repeat for all slices.
In a small bowl, beat the 2 eggs until combined. Add to your cooled pecan mixture and stir until well combined (if the pecan mixture is too hot, you will make scrambled eggs, make sure it’s room temp). Return to heat and allow to boil, stirring frequently, for 2-5 minutes or until thickened. Allow to cool a bit.
On one slice of bread, add about 2-4 tbs of the pecan mixture to the center. Top with another slice of toast. Repeat until you have 4 "sandwiches " of pecan pie stuffed french toast on a baking sheet.
Bake in a 400 degree oven for 10-12 minutes.
Add to a plate and top each serving with 2-4 tbs of the remaining pecan mixture.
Give yourself a break, you are a good human. You made a great breakfast, the rest of the world can wait.
Printable: Pecan Pie French Toast
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