This recipe is an anomaly. Not because of its flavor profile or styling. It’s out of the ordinary because it is sweet and I am generally not a sweet breakfast or brunch person. I’m a breakfast sandwich person, a full English kind of gal, an ardent quiche supporter. Pancakes, waffles, and yes, french toast are far from the mainstays on my plate. But now and then a craving hits. Now, admittedly that craving is reserved for blueberry pancakes alone. But once in a blue moon, only French toast will do. And because this is a rarity, it only makes sense to milk it for all its worth. So instead of straight-ahead French Toast, I made this cinnamon-sugar-dusted Horchata French Toast. And they were so good, I feel confident that they will up the frequency of my French toast cravings. That is both a good thing and a dangerous thing.
