S’more French Toast

I made some S’more French Toast a little while ago, and it was pretty good. I mean, next time I would use mini marshmallows because the the Fluff was too much… and I wouldn’t recommend making this if, say, diabetes runs in your family or if you have teeth like blackboard chalk and prone to cavities.

They’re easy to make, you just make them like regular french toast, but you dip them in crushed up graham crackers.

Dip bread (that's already soaked in eggs, milk, and sugar) in graham cracker crumbs. Maybe only cover one side in crumbs so it's less sweet.

 

Try mini marshmallows instead of Fluff, and DEF don't put syrup on this.

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BRUNCH at Max Brenner

For a blog with the name brunch in it, I post shockingly little about it…. and by shockingly little, I mean I’m pretty sure I don’t have one post dedicated to brunch.

Whatever. Irrelevant. I start today! (clearly, I’m trying to dazzle you right now with my writing talents).

My parents and I went to Max Brenner for Mother’s Day brunch this past Sunday. First we got the Mediterranean Dip, which included hummus, babaganoosh, and eggplant dip. All good.

(Am I dazzling you with my photography skills? I use a Droid Incredible with a no-zoom lens.)

Then I got a burger. The burger was good…I mean it tasted like a burger…but it was charcoal broiled, which is a concept I don’t understand. Why would I want to eat, like, burnt ash? That’s essentially what’s on this burger, right? The waffle fries, though were the best waffle fries I’ve ever had and I’ve had a lot of waffle fries, so you can trust me on this.

My mom got Cinnamon Apple & White Chocolate Truffle Cream French Toast and a Dreamsicle (absolut vanilla, grand marnier, orange juice, and vanilla sauce).

Also good…

My dad got the “Guiltless Omelet.” I’m sorry, what?! I actually looked at the menu and saw that and thought “if I had any sort of self control or had nothing to live for I would get that.” Then for about two seconds I tried to convince myself it was what I really wanted… then I laughed and got an alcoholic drink made with cream. Normally, I would get something like this at a restaurant, but you don’t go to Max Brenner if you don’t have plans of shameless binge eating.

In fairness, the omelet came and it had a biscuit with a chocolate dipping sauce, so it’s not that guiltless, but I’m still confused as to why my dad would get something that a teenage girl with a body image problem would get. I didn’t take a picture of it because nobody cares about a pile of eggs with vegetables in it.

It was all good, but we didn’t get anything with chocolate, and I guess that’s kind of the whole point of the restaurant. My mom wants to go here for my graduation dinner, but I’m a little undecided about it. I just can’t commit!