For years, I’ve walked around with soggy french toast syndrome (SFTS). I thought it was me. I’m sure a good part of it was. But after I had my mother-in-law’s challah french toast and that italian style french toast from the cafe down the street, the light bulb went off.
It’s all in the bread. And my sandwich loaf just wasn’t cutting it. Soaking up the egg mixture like a sponge. And ending up on the breakfast plate still a sponge. Eww. If you also suffer from SFTS, join with me in trying a crusty loaf of bread next time you make french toast. It’s the only cure out there.