Felix’s Sunday Morning French Toast

When I was a little girl, mornings were a chance to have some one-on-one time with my father. My mother was usually getting ready to go teach school, and my older brother liked to sleep late, so mornings at the breakfast table were our time together. I’m sure he would have preferred to enjoy a second cup of coffee and read his newspaper in peace, but he always made time for me.

Most weekday mornings, he’d cook bacon, eggs, and grits for my mother and himself and leave the rest on th