French Toast

Now that I am technically grown up- ya know, I do my own taxes, my knees pop and all I want to do is nap- I have realized what true love looks like. It looks like a mom cooking her two children french toast on a school day at 6:30 a.m. because they begged her…

Cornmeal Biscuits

Let me paint you a scenario. You are out to breakfast, you sit down among the bustling morning crowd, coffee wafts around you and the morning feels light. You sit down at your table and read the menu. Classics. From the Griddle. Benedicts. On the Lighter Side. Eggs look good. But so does the french…

Cream Scones with Dried Fruit

Scones smell like when you used to be excited to wake up on Saturday morning at 7 a.m. They smell like “Poached or scrambled?”. They smell like tiptoeing next door to my Aunt’s house, peeking in, my feet cold on her frosty door stoop- hoping she was awake with her coffee brewing and the oven…