When "you just can't stand to-open your eyes" feel good food

Recently, a soft knock at my bedroom door woke me from an unusually restful night of sleep.

"Mom?" My son asked groggily in a nasal tone while opening the door. "I don't feel all that good."

There are times when I wish my "genetic pool" was a little better so that my son would not have inherited his sinus problems from me.

Plopping on the side of my bed, he leaned over and put his head on my shoulder while I checked his tonsils and then his forehead for a fever. I was grateful neither was apparent.

"I hate this," he mumbled. "Can you make me some French Toast?"

That particular statement is always the moment when I know my son is officially sick.

As a toddler, if my son got sick it was French Toast and an afternoon on the couch watching "The Land Before Time" movies with his mom and sister that made him feel better.

As he got older, it was watching Godzilla movies while he ate his French Toast that made him feel better. (Although 14 now, he still likes watching a good Godzilla movie when he's not feeling well. And, I'm glad to say; he still likes watching them with me.)

If he's up to it, he helps me make the French Toast.

If not, then the following recipe is quick enough to make that I don't miss much of the movie.

Whisk four eggs, one cup of sour cream, three tablespoons of brown sugar and one teaspoon each of cinnamon, salt and pure vanilla into a wide, shallow bowl.

Cut a loaf of crusty French bread (store-bought works fine and saves time) into one-inch thick diagonal slices. Soak only the number of bread slices you will be cooking for a few seconds on each side.

Cook them in a skillet or on a griddle with a thin layer of butter over medium-low heat until golden brown, flip and let the other side brown.

Butter and serve with your favorite flavor of warm syrup, like my son prefers.

Or, if you feel a bit creative, you can also dollop some whip cream or shake a bit of confectioner's sugar on top with some fresh berries or melon pieces.