Christmas morning has always been my favorite part of the year. I have such fond memories of waking up with my sister, often before sunrise, to dig into our stockings. Now, I prefer to sleep in until the sun comes up, but Christmas morning is still my favorite. I love snuggling around the fire in my Christmas pjs, slippers, and a cup of hot tea. We always have a delicious…
Memories of Christmas morning always include french toast, and my grandfather made the absolute best. We would bring out the griddle, and he would fry the custard-soaked french bread slices until crisp and golden. Dusted with powdered sugar and served with a side of bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice, it was the perfect, if not calorie-laden, fuel for…