Saturday morning baking

me: 'I know you don't like crêpes... do you like pancakes?'
my brother: 'Nope.'
'Waffles?'
'You know, I'd really like to love waffles. They look so... enjoyable.'
(strange look): 'huh?'
'People look so happy when they eat warm waffles. But I can't stand their smell.'
dreamy: 'Yeah... they smell so good...'
making a face: 'Yuck.'
'Alright, alright. What about french toast?'
'I hate french toast.'
'In fact, you hate every sweet thing that can be made in a pan for breakfast.'
'I also hate omelettes.'
'You're no fun. At all.'

I just make sure to ask him those questions every once in awhile... hoping that he'll someday feel adventurous and, well, eat. Using leftover baguette, I made Baking Sheet's Individual Baked French Toasts with a few changes. I used sugar combined with the maple syrup, added grated nutmeg (I can't envision french toast without it) and used stale baguette for the base. I will probably cut down the amount of milk to avoid too much leftover and omit the salt. I really liked the crunch on the breadbits that were on top. So much, that I secretly swore to bake them separately for the hell of it. They were delicious!

I also made her version of monkey bread - the only recipe I had was too time consuming and had raisins which, as surprising as it may seem, my brother hates. I didn't like the buttermilk bread base. I have only been starting to bake with it a couple of months ago and I don't like the taste it gives to things... waffles excepted. It's like it lacks something. On the positive side, the bread felt really 'light'.

me: 'Did you try it?'
him: 'Yeah.'
'And..?'
making a face again: 'It was sweet.'
'It's monkey bread. What did you expect?'