My boyfriend’s away tonight.

Know what that means?

Yup, we’re going to be a little naughty.

PJs. Couch. Bad TV and a decadent breakfast for dinner.

Girls, you know you could easily have cereal or a salad or a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner some nights. You had a long day or you’re tired, or you’re bloated, or you just want to sit on the couch and not think about dinner.

But when you live with your guy, that little guilty feeling in your stomach, that feeling that you’re being a bad girlfriend if you tell him you don’t want to cook and make him fend for himself, kicks in. And you stop at the store and you whip up something you know he likes that you haven’t made in a while because he had a bad day at work too.

Well all that can go out the window tonight.

I love my boyfriend. And I love Friday nights cuddling with him after a long week.

But this week sucked. And all I want is some Audrey Hepburn.

And a plate of warm, eggy, cinnamon covered French toast.

You will need:

• Bread – you want something substantial. I have baguette leftover, so I’m cutting thick slices of that to cook up.
• egg
• heavy cream
• cinnamon
• butter

Instead of syrup, I’m topping mine with some peaches. Feel free to use syrup, or another fruit, or whatever you usually top your French toast with.

Melt a nub of butter in a frying pan. You just want enough to coat the whole pan.

Whisk together an egg, a touch of heavy cream and a whole mess of cinnamon. I can’t get enough cinnamon. It’s so warming and comforting, the spicy heat so soothing.

And it’s good for you! It can help lower cholesterol, regulate blood sugar and can even help with menstrual cramps! Score. Check out this article in Women’s Health for more info and some ideas on how to incorporate cinnamon in your diet.

Okay, back to the French Toast.

Dunk your bread slices in the egg mixture, soaking all sides.

Place the eggy bread in the pool of melted butter on your frying pan and cook over medium, flipping half way through, until both sides are golden brown. The cinnamon will mix with the melted butter and will waft through your kitchen and down the hall, making the neighbors in 15 B jealous.

If you like crispier French Toast, cook longer. I like mine kind of dough in the middle, so I don’t cook mine as long.

Pile the pieces up on a plate and top with fruit or syrup.

I spooned out peaches that have been soaking in honey in the fridge for a few days.

I felt less guilty about eating French Toast for dinner because I added in some fruit.

But then, because I was home alone and because no one would know but you and me, I added a heaping spoonful of fresh whipped cream.

Peaches and cream French Toast and Funny Face.

A perfect, self-indulgent, Friday night in.