boozy baked french toast
“Jocelyn, come over. I’m making baked French toast for Dave and I.”
“I’m too hung over. I’m dying.”
“Bailey’s French toast will cure anything.”
“I can’t do it. I can’t handle daylight and outdoors yet.”
“Just call a car service. You’ll be here in 30 minutes. Come on, you know you want to.”
“I’ll never make it. It’s too far.”
“Do you want me to call for you?”
“No, I’ll have Jacqui make me French toast instead. How do you make it?”
“Milk, eggs, bread, sugar…”
“Oh my god! Jacquelyn!” Jocelyn starts banging on her sleeping roommate’s door. “We have eggs! We have milk! We have bread! Why aren’t you making me French toast? Debbie’s making Dave French toast!”
Jacquelyn locked the door and hid under the covers.
“You people are terrible friends,” said Jocelyn. “And you both owe me French toast.”
In her quintessential Jocelyn manner, seven years later the girl still likes to remind me that I owe her the French toast she was too hungover to cross the East River to get, so when she invited us over for champagne and tree-trimming this afternoon, I finally caved to her ridiculousness and baked some up. I mean, it’s not like I was complaining or anything; this stuff is the best.
And the easiest! Seriously, take one loaf of your choice of bread — I’ve made it with everything from Balthazar buttery brioche to Wonder bread and it’s always delicious — lay it out in one, two or three layers a well-buttered baking dish, pour an egg/milk custard over, flavored with your favorite blend of booze, extracts, zests, nuts, dried fruit — you name it — and then bake it for about half an hour. That’s it. That’s all there is. More bread pudding than classic French toast, you can even cut back the calories with lower fat milk or jack up the richness by buttering each slice of bread before arranging them in the pan.
Yet, the absolute best thing about this approach to French toast, and the reason I was drawn to it in the first place is that in making it the night before, it’s the perfect guests-for-brunch food as you have none of that standing over a pan cooking individual portions mess while people wonder where their host is, and really no work to do at all on the day of. Except, say, get your butt to where you’re going or risk waiting seven years to get your fill. That part’s all you.
Boozy Baked French Toast
1 loaf supermarket Challah bread in 1-inch slices, no need for the super-fancy stuff here
3 cups whole milk
3 eggs
3 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
Your choice of flavorings: I use 3 tablespoons Bailey’s and 3 tablespoons Cointreau, but Frangelico (hazelnut), Chambord (raspberry), Creme de Cassis (black currant) Grand Marnier or just a teaspoon or two of vanilla or almond extract can do the trick. You can bump up a citrus flavor with a teaspoon of zest, add a half-cup of chopped nuts such as almond slivers or pecans between layers or on top or a similar amount of raisins or other dried fruits.
1. Generously grease a 9×13-inch baking dish with salted (my choice) or unsalted butter.
2. Arrange bread in two tightly-packed layers in the pan. I always cut one slice into smaller pieces to fill in gaps, especially when using braided Challah. If using a thinner-sliced bread, you might wish for more layers, though I find that over three, even baking can be difficult. If you are using any fillings of fruit or nuts, this is the time to get them between the layers or sprinkled atop.
3. Whisk milk, eggs, sugar, salt and booze or flavorings of your choice and pour over the bread. Sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar.
4. Wrap tightly with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight. The bread will absorb all of the milk custard while you sleep.
5. Bake at 425 for 30 minutes, or until puffed and golden. This will take longer if you have additional layers.
6. Cut into generous squares and serve with maple syrup, fresh fruit, powdered sugar or all of the above.
Serves 6 as main course.






Hahaha! I’ve heard that story so many times. It reminds me of another Jocelyn story. One morning when Jocelyn was living with us between her California and NYC years, our dad accidentally set something on the stove on fire. OK, that “something” were dog bones fried up with bacon (we spoil our dog a lot) and I screamed up the stairs “Someone help! The kitchen is filled with smoke and there’s a fire!” To which Jocelyn replied “I’m sleeping! Why are you being so loud??” I guess we all have our priorities.
Thank you, thank you! Printed and will save on file. This is so great, exactly what you said the no standing over the stove part.
Wow, that looks heavenly! Standing by the stove and cooking all the individual portions is exactly why I almost never make French toast.
This looks yummy, only problem in my house (well, there’s two really) is that I don’t know that feeding my 12 yo booze laden breakfast would really be very responsible, and my hubby a) doesn’t eat eggs or anything ‘eggy’ and b) doesn’t drink a drop of alcohol
So IF i ever make it, and that’s a big ‘IF’ it would be like normal baked french toast and then I would just say to hubby ‘make your own breakfast, me and G are chowin’ down!”
i love the jocelyn story and i don’t even know her, but in college had a few experiences like that
I’m sure it was well worth the wait! Great story.
I just love your blog!
This looks like another keeper of a recipe! I have a French Toast recipe that my friends beg me to make, but it’s the “stand over the stove and your friends wonder where your host is” version. This way I can participate in the fun too instead of slaving over a the stove the entire time.
Thanks for sharing this recipe and the funny story!
Kristen
Aha ha aha hahahah OMG. Finally. I mean honestly, who calls a hung over person and tells them they are making French Toast on the Upper East Side? That is just mean. And the Upper East Side? Seriously, you may as well have been calling me from Wyoming. Thats far! Thanks for the toast. I actually ate a pice off the kitchen counter this morning. I know, I am disgusting, but hey it was still good! Yum.
Oh and I almost forgot. I ended up calling a car service that day–requesting a car only with tinted windows. To take me through the Drive-Thru at McDonalds. I even bought the driver a Happy Meal. aha ah aha h a
Lauren - That’s beautiful. We need to have a dual roast of Joc next year for her next 29th birthday.
Kate - You can totally cut out the booze, though it bakes off, I know when I was a kid I couldn’t stand even the hint of a taste of alcohol. Oh, how the mighty have fallen…
Jocelyn - I lived on Avenue B at the time, which was a $7 cab ride back in the day to Williamsburg. You actually made it to the UES ones. I almost forgot the McD’s part, only the best part of the story. What ever happened to Vinnie?
Looks yummy and perfect to try on Christmas morning!
You must mean F-R-A-N-K-I-E. Oh frankie, I miss him where-ever he is.
And I lived in Greenpoint back then.
Ok, I was having the most delicious deja vu when I began to read this, then I’m all, “I knew it!…this was one of my favorite archive entries and the one that made me love Joc’s rock star persona, when later she orders a car for mickie d’s and the buys the driver a sammy.Y’all are fun, and funny, and great “city” girlz! Just let me know when you need me to chip in for the therapy, you earned every penny entertaining me! lolz.
Hahahahahahah. Too great. Love the follow up comment by Jocelyn too. This sounds easy enough- thanks!!!!
French toast is our nemesis - the hubby likes it soft and I like it toasty, so no one is ever satisfied, lol.
We’re making your german pancake recipe this weekend, I’m very excited!
I love this story - Joc is my hero (particularly for the McD part, which is still my favorite part of the story). I have fond memories of this story from the first time you ever posted about it. Glad she finally got her french toast, though I don’t think I’ll make it. The dutch pancakes put me off eggs for a while.
Hey, are you still in a sling, or is that over with now? How are you feeling?
I just might have to make that for your Mom this Sunday morning … if she behaves herself, that is.
This is a recipe I’ll have to prepare during the holidays - I love having a very lazy breakfast on those days!
I like the idea of it being baked, so I can put the dish in the oven and watch TV in the meantime - very lazy indeed!
Nothing is better than having it all together the day before.
Looks really good Deb. Waiting 7 years is a testament!!
Ok, I’ve never thought of adding booze to my bread and butter pudding, but I’ve got some half-empty bottles of cream liqueur in my cupboard, so this might just be the dessert for this weekend:)
Another thing to do to this is add a layer of apples braised in butter underneath - or even just applesauce if you’re lazy. Then you could use Calvados or dark rum for the booze. Something like this is usually our Christmas breakfast.
I love to make a brown sugar/maple or corn syrup/butter mixture and put it on the bottom of the baking dish before layering the bread on top. Voila! No syrup necessary!
Ha!
Here in the hinterlands of the northern Midwest, we don’t have “supermarket Challah”. But we do have lefse! Perhaps if I soaked that with a little aquavit and eggs, then baked it and drizzled it with lingonberry jam, I could call it Norwegian Toast?
Okay, maybe not…
Hey Deb. Just wanted to tell you my family made this last night (sans liquor) and we devoured it this morning. Even me, only five days post tonsillectomy! Everyone loved it, and my mom is excited to invite friends over and make it for a brunch in their newly remodeled house.
Thanks for sharing!
I made this recipe over the holidays and my hubby thought it was the mutt’s nuts (his words). The only thing changed was the liquor (I used amaretto). Delicious! Thank you.
I’m not sure what I did wrong here, but I had 2 or 3 possible deviations that could have caused this to fail for me. I only had an 8 by 11 pan, so I used that, and I only had enough bread for a complete bottom layer and an almost-but-not-quite-complete top layer. (Used an entire loaf of challah.) Also I wound up soaking the bread in the fridge for about 15 hours — could that have been too much? The result was soggy on the bottom and a bit burned on the top and I had to pitch it. This was just a backup dish for me at a brunch I was hosting so it wasn’t the end of the world, but I do wonder what I did wrong. It sounded and looked yummy here!