When given the choice, I typically will choose pancakes over french toast. That is until recently when I had a life changing French toast and I realized all other versions that I'd been having prior were really a sloppy mess of bread and eggs and NOT actual proper French toast. Actual French toast should be loaded up with the good, good, stuff. You know what I'm talking about-milk, cream, too many eggs, more butter than is probably safe for your heart. It should be soft and decadent on the inside and golden crispy brown on the outside. It should melt in your mouth like a buttery cloud. It should make you feel nothing else in the world matters, except for where you're getting you're next bite of said French toast. I recently jazzed up my newfound decadent French toast recipe with a creamy whipped ricotta (another new fave of mine) and a sort of syrup/fruit compote made from one of my favorite seasonal fruits, blood oranges. This stuff is literally what breakfast dreams are of. You can find the recipe in my latest Sugar & Cloth post and make it for your next breakfast, brunch, dessert, dinner, snack, whenever you want. Trust me, no one will complain when you serve them this French toast, no matter what time it is.