When all else fails, call your mother.
Unfortunately, it’s really painful to talk. As most of you know, I’m currently under an allergy attack and the past eight days have been hell. Considering my current state, I’m dreadfully anticipating another 3-4 days of misery.
Instead of calling Mom, I made cinnamon toast. I don’t normally eat much while I’m under attack, especially coarse foods, but this isn’t your run-of-the-mill cinnamon toast. This is a recipe from The Pioneer Woman. She doesn’t mess around.
Check out Ree’s cinnamon toast here. I tried her technique tonight and believe me, it’s worth the extra effort.
This cinnamon toast will make even the unhappiest person happy. The bread is happy. You probably can’t hear it, but it’s singing the “hallelujah” chorus and doing the Happy Dance. It is. I swear. But then, who wouldn’t be happy if they were saturated with a butter/cinnamon/sugar/vanilla mixture?
Start by preheating the oven to 350.
In a mixing bowl, add sugar, cinnamon, butter and vanilla. Mix well. The mixture isn’t pretty to look at, but who cares? It’s but-tah and sur-gah. It’s heaven.
Spread mixture generously over each bread slice. By generous I mean don’t skimp. This is not diet fare. Your diet can start tomorrow. Be sure to spread ALLLLL the way to the corner, you don’t want the edges to feel left out. Edges need love too.
Bake 10-13 minutes. During the last couple of minutes, turn the broiler on and the sugar will caramelize. It’s like the cherry on top of a hot fudge sundae.
Husband says it’s good and the kitchen smells like the Fort Worth Livestock Show and Rodeo. Huh? It smells like the sugared pecans you get at the stock show. Oh. Thanks. I think. Last-minute lesson planning (notice the textbook under my plate!) is more bearable with ooey-gooey, extra delicious bread saturated with butter (the soy kind), cinnamon, sugar and baked to perfection.