My mother and I used to cook together when I was little, and whenever she asked me what I wanted to cook, it was always French toast! Now, it’s my turn to ask my daughter if she wants to cook with me and pass on the love of French toast!

I remember as if it were yesterday when my grandmother would prepare sandwiches for us and place them back in the bread bag to take to the cottage.

The sweetest memories are often tied to the smell and taste of a good fresh bread. Whether it’s the scent of the crispy baguette from the local bakery or the buttered toast from a family breakfast.

Oh, those weekend mornings, they were something else. It was like time slowed down, you know? And my dad, he’d take his time making his egg sandwiches. The smell of fresh coffee and toasting bread filled the air, creating a symphony of aromas.