These cinnamon rolls scream “Crunchy snow! Sleeping in! Balsam-scented candles! Flannel pajamas! Lazy Sunday!” so loudly that I have to eat them very, very quickly and in copious quantities to quiet them down.
Growing up, my dad made the worst french toast. He’d soak nutty, wheat bread in egg whites, a little skim milk, and (adding insult to injury) wouldn’t even add butter to the frying pan. Because of this, I gave up on french toast a long time ago, writing it off as the worst of breakfast foods. Needless to say, this french toast restored my faith and is the polar opposite of the french toast I ate growing up; it’s actually delicious. And easy, and a magnificent way to use stale bread that you would’ve thrown out otherwise.