Cinnamon French Toast Casserole: a rich, custardy delight with nostalgia baked in.
Years ago, on the morning of my last summer at home before leaving for college, my mom and I decided to create a nostalgic feast. We stumbled across a loaf of day-old sourdough, a common occurrence during our weekly 'clear-the-kitchen' sessions. It called out to us for a transformation into something bigger. The inspiration? A French toast casserole, a dish that would celebrate one last summer morning together, filled with the comforting aroma of cinnamon and vanilla.
As we broke eggs into a bowl and added the milk, heavy cream, and sugar, my mom shared stories of her college days, weaving memories with the meal we were crafting. She insisted on soaking the bread overnight, a pro tip she learned in her younger days for a rich, custardy texture. The cinnamon was generously sprinkled because, if there's one thing I inherited, it's the belief that life's best moments are flavored with just a little excess spice.
The following morning, we prepared the streusel, chunks of butter disappearing into flour and sugar like little pockets of hidden delight. As the casserole baked, its warmth filled our house, echoing the sentiment neither of us dared to speak — that soon I would be gone, but these simple moments would linger. Baking this dish later in my dorm, I always considered mom's advice essential: that a good soak and a hot oven are the keys to affection in every bite.