Milk Toast

This is Milk Toast.
Growing up, most mornings we had hot cracked wheat cereal and fresh chocolate egg nog.  The egg nog was great, although it wasn't until years later, that I realized it was made with raw eggs.  The wheat cereal was barely tolerable - we would grind the wheat every morning by hand, and then mom would make it with water and dad would slap a large tablespoon of honey in it to sweeten it up.  Never sugar, only honey. (I won't eat honey to this day).
But when my mother would make homemade bread, which was almost every Friday, that would guarantee us milk toast or french toast Saturday morning.  It was a treat.
Mom's homemade white bread was delicious.  She usually made 4 loaves each batch and would use at least three of the loaves, just for breakfast.  There were 12 of us, you know!!!  She would slice each loaf into about 12 pieces each.  Then she would place about 20 pieces on the racks in the oven, and then toast them on each side, making perfect rack lines on each slice.  We would each then take two slices and place them in our bowls.  I always tried to get the end of the loaf (the butt) and then one larger slice so they would be 'doughy' when the milk was poured over it.  The milk had added sugar, cinnamon, butter and a dash of vanilla, and then warmed to an almost hot temperature.
Divine!!!!
It was years into our marriage before I made milk toast for the first time.  Mainly, because I didn't start making homemade bread until about that same time - and you can ONLY have milk toast with homemade bread!! So I sliced my two pieces and put them in the oven, at which time, Del asked: Why are you using the oven? Me: Cuz that's how you do it! Del: Why don't you just use the toaster? Me: Because then you wouldn't get the oven 'lines' on your bread! Del: Your mom used the oven because she did 20 pieces of bread at a time! Me: How do YOU know??  YOU JUST RUINED IT FOR ME!!!!!