HEYOH! I hope you’re reading this after some sort of orgy enjoying all the things you gave up for Lent!
I realized last night that I only celebrate holidays for an excuse to make an elaborate meal. My family wasn’t doing anything beside Easter baskets this year — beyond an excuse to eat, we really like an excuse to buy stuff — but I really, really wanted to make Ellie Krieger’s So Easy recipe for baked blueberry French toast, so I decided I’d make a big breakfast. I mean, otherwise, I’d be making a pan of baked French toast all by myself, and while I surely could eat it alone, that did not seem like the best option.
My mom does big Easter baskets for everyone and always puts really good stuff in them: gift cards, beauty products, food, candy, etc. When I got up this morning, I saw four huge laundry baskets; from the contents I could see there was one for Preston, one for Ella, one for baby Colin, and one for my aunt Kara and uncle Mike.
I was like…OMG, am I finally getting my karmic retribution for being a pain in the ass and blogging about the inappropriate things I do?! No Easter basket?!?! I went downstairs where Preston was whooping it up over his basket and told everyone that the Easter Bunny had forgotten me. I was rather upset.
Eventually, we found my basket. Apparently, the Easter Bunny downsized me this year…I couldn’t find my egg because it was hidden behind the behemoth baskets everyone else got.
Apparently since the Easter Bunny knows I didn’t want a ton of candy — and I hadn’t given a list of anything else I might want (because duh, my basic currency is iTunes and Sephora gift cards and Crest Whitestrips) — I just got eggs filled with cash.
Well OK then. I’m going shopping later and buying myself everything I would have wanted to see in my basket. (Probably starting with So Easy, which is now a week overdue — oops!)
After counting my cash, I got on to the feast! I had prepped the French toast the night before, so I put that in the oven, and during the hour it baked, I made a fruit salad and garlic bagel dip. I had also bought OJ and Canadian bacon.
The house smelled so good! When the baked French toast was done, it puffed up huge.
Um, amazing things were happening on my plate.
I had seconds — OK fourths — of everything. The French toast bake was so great!
The recipe was so easy (duh) and I think I might make it again, but half it, and then bake it in individual muffin cups. That way I can have them ready to go in the morning, sort of like quiche-meets-bread-pudding-meets-blueberry-muffins!
Hope the Easter Bunny was good to you!! Have a great holiday!