When my husband and I got married oh so many years ago, we couldn’t afford an extravagant honeymoon, but we were able get away for a few days just to dream a little about possibilities. So we headed to San Francisco and stayed at what was then the Four Seasons Clift, a luxurious hotel where fluffy white robes waited for us, chocolates were placed on our pillows after housekeeping turned down our beds for the night, and room service – decadently ordered on our first night there – introduced us for the first time to gelato.
I’ll never forget the heavenly, creamy texture, and the just right sweetness of the vanilla scoops we enjoyed that night.
The hotel has changed ownership since then, and although still beautiful, it barely resembles the traditionally elegant place we spent the first few days of our married life. It’s now a sleek, sophisticated looking place that I’m not sure I’d feel entirely comfortable in.
I wonder if they st…
When my husband and I got married oh so many years ago, we couldn’t afford an extravagant honeymoon, but we were able get away for a few days just to dream a little about possibilities. So we headed to San Francisco and stayed at what was then the Four Seasons Clift, a luxurious hotel where fluffy white robes waited for us, chocolates were placed on our pillows after housekeeping turned down our beds for the night, and room service – decadently ordered on our first night there – introduced us for the first time to gelato.
I’ll never forget the heavenly, creamy texture, and the just right sweetness of the vanilla scoops we enjoyed that night.
The hotel has changed ownership since then, and although still beautiful, it barely resembles the traditionally elegant place we spent the first few days of our married life. It’s now a sleek, sophisticated looking place that I’m not sure I’d feel entirely comfortable in.
I wonder if they st…
When my husband and I got married oh so many years ago, we couldn’t afford an extravagant honeymoon, but we were able get away for a few days just to dream a little about possibilities. So we headed to San Francisco and stayed at what was then the Four Seasons Clift, a luxurious hotel where fluffy white robes waited for us, chocolates were placed on our pillows after housekeeping turned down our beds for the night, and room service – decadently ordered on our first night there – introduced us for the first time to gelato.
I’ll never forget the heavenly, creamy texture, and the just right sweetness of the vanilla scoops we enjoyed that night.
The hotel has changed ownership since then, and although still beautiful, it barely resembles the traditionally elegant place we spent the first few days of our married life. It’s now a sleek, sophisticated looking place that I’m not sure I’d feel entirely comfortable in.
I wonder if they st…
Doesn’t that sound delicious?
I can tell you, it was. We were in the grocery store and saw in the bakery section cherry cobbler bread and peach cobbler bread. We decided to try the cherry. It is very good on it’s own but from the time it went into the cart at the store, I was thinking french toast.
Slice the bread thin because it’s a quick bread and if it is thick, it won’t cook up good without getting too dark on the outside.
For the custard:
2 eggs, beaten
2 cups of half and half
2 Tablespoons vanilla
1/4 cup brown sugar
Mix well together. Soak bread in custard mixture and fry in a pan with a little butter. Serve with bacon or sausage, real maple syrup, and powdered sugar.
If you can find this bread, give it a try and let me know how you like it.