I can remember my brother and I asking for something to eat and minutes later my mom would serve us buttery, sweet, crunchy slices of cinnamon toast, often with a bowl of oatmeal. I guess it was quick and easy and made from a few simple ingredients that are usually on hand. An inexpensive but seemingly special meal or snack that filled us up just right. My mom has always made it so perfectly delicious, I still prefer hers to mine.
I make it though. I have fond memories from recent Christmas seasons of mornings watching Polar Express and eating gingerbread man shaped cinnamon toast with my kids. There was no other place on earth I'd have rather been on those mornings.
But as I said, I was craving it so badly last night so early this morning, when the sky was gray and overcast, I made myself a nice bowl of oatmeal and two pieces of cinnamon toast.
Then for lunch, when the sun had burned off the clouds and sunlight shone brightly through the windows, I made round two. Yes, I had oatmeal and cinnamon toast for both breakfast and lunch today.
If I have it for dinner you all know I am losing it.
But it was so good, just as comforting and warm as always!