Happy December! We’re officially smack dab in the middle of the happiest, coziest, most butter-and-sugar-filled month of the year – and I couldn’t be happier about it. Although I’ll always miss living somewhere that snows during the holidays, the weather in the Bay Area has been semi-cooperating with lots of rain and gloomy days, so I’m feeling fully in the cuddly Christmas spirit!
Basically all I want to eat this December is warm, cozy breakfasts. Exhibit A riiiiight up there.
Ever since I moved to a place where “winter” means 40 degrees, instead of -40 degrees, my usual winter cravings have not been kicking in. Normally at this time of year, I’m all about big pots of chili, grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup, and gooey, cheesy baked pastas (swoooooooon), but I gotta admit, in California it just doesn’t feel the same. But my desire to wake up on cold, gray weekend mornings and cozy up with a mug of coffee, an incredible, warm, streusel-topped plate of goodness, and some Ina Garten? Still VERY strong.
Question: Will I ever get tired of the combination of bourbon and vanilla bean?
Answer: No. Never. Definitely not. Especially when it’s all wrapped up in a super rich, crispy and creamy French toast that is just begging to be your warm and cozy not-leaving-the-house-or-changing-out-of-these-pjs-all-day Christmas brunch.