Last night we were talking about what we might want for breakfast. I mentioned cinnamon toast and Addie said she has never had it. This morning, we’re having cinnamon toast, French toast, sausage and grits. Vince never gets enough grits.
My grandma used to make cinnamon toast almost every morning when I was there in the summers. I think what happened was she fixed a big breakfast with bacon, eggs and biscuits for my grandpa and they ate early but I always slept late. My grandma probably weighed it all out in her head – wake me to eat breakfast when they ate or let me sleep and give her some quiet time without having to deal with me.
She always had homeade bread, and usually home churned butter made with milk from Spot, the milk cow. She’d put lots of butter on the bread, then the cinnamon and probably more sugar than was necessary, toast it in her old over when the big gas broiler and even now, I remember that being the best cinnamon toast ever.
This morning, I’ll serve cinnamon toast and if she likes it, we’ll have it often and hopefully it will become a fond memory of something she did at Granny’s house.