Okay - now I want French Toast too. It's not pure merry pressure, is it?
Way back in my childhood days, a new family had moved in down the street and I went over to introduce myself. I always managed to knock on doors around breakfast or lunch -haha.
Anyway, the mother was making French Toast for her twin children who were two years younger than I. She asked if I wanted some, but I didn't think so because it was too sweet. I visited with the children in their kitchen booth while she was preparing their breakfast. The smell was good, the appearance was good - this was not French Toast - well not the way my brother made it.
Softly I suggested, "Maybe I should try it before I say I don't like it." Well, it was quite good. My brothers idea of French Toast was to tear off bits of toast and pour syrup over it. What the mom made for her paternal twins was not the same food at all.
I make French Grilled Cheese - the cheese and ham are prepared inside the bread and I add ketchup so it's warm; then I dip both sides in egg and toss it in the pan and flip it over - I can't eat syrup, but what I make is yummy.