She beat me to it!!! Dang...it...is good.

If we head back to the post on Cinnamon Mistake Bread, my main reason for making it was to create a base for great french toast. Basia, this morning, made french toast out of our Challah (Braided Jewish egg bread). It was sooooo good that we now have plans to make it for company on the morning of Ethan's third birthday (two weeks away). The quintessential mark of success we used? Just like my pizza, when both we and the kids eat it without complaint, it is a hit.

Here! have a photo. or two.

Somewhat before we started blogging about our culinary adventure, our fun seemed to be based around going out to eat. It has been a month or so, and we have been hearing less and less from the kids demanding to head to a restaurant.

Even if the change for us was spurred forward by economic factors, it seems I (at least) have awakened to the idea that the way we were living was not serving my family. We were transported as lumps of flesh from one expensive menu choice to the next. We had no idea what went into the food, how to prepare it, or how much effort it took. Now the kids (and we) can see all of this and we can teach how to use math and intellect to create what we want. I think we are better for it (but Cinnamon Mistake Bread will always have been a mistake). We are learning. And loving.