{"id":54309,"date":"2024-07-23T16:28:44","date_gmt":"2024-07-23T20:28:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.cruisingworld.com\/?p=54309"},"modified":"2025-03-06T13:34:06","modified_gmt":"2025-03-06T18:34:06","slug":"caramelized-cinnamon-toast-recipe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.cruisingworld.com\/people\/caramelized-cinnamon-toast-recipe\/","title":{"rendered":"Sailor & Galley: The Best Cinnamon Toast Recipe Ever"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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\n The author treats charter guests to delicious, homestyle Greek meals aboard the classic Atlantic 70 cutter Stressbuster<\/i>, based near Athens.<\/span>\n Courtesy Kostas Ghiokas<\/span>\n\n\t\t\t\t <\/figcaption>\n <\/section>\n\t\t\n\n\n

I heard a loud splash at the end of the dock just as I hit \u201cbrew\u201d on the coffee maker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was 0630. We were docked stern-to on Poros Island, in Greece\u2019s Saronic Gulf. I was in the galley aboard Stressbuster<\/em>, our Atlantic 70 cutter, setting up for breakfast. All was silent behind the closed cabin doors. It appeared that our charter guests, two fun-loving Australian couples, were sleeping. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I popped up the companionway to see what was up outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing was up, but something large was down\u2014and it was in the water heading toward our stern. I realized the shape was human before it hit me: It was one of our <\/em>humans! Evidently, one guest had risen early and gone walkabout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Swimming in busy yacht harbors in Greece is a no-go; our guests knew this. The stream of creative \u00adexpletives from the easygoing Aussie in the drink confirmed my hunch: His morning swim had not been intentional. Also, he was fully clothed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My husband, Kostas, the ever-vigilant captain, materialized beside me. \u201cPete, you OK?\u201d he asked, offering a hand as Pete climbed our swim ladder. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. I mean, yeah, I\u2019m fine, mate, but I\u2019m a bloody idiot,\u201d he fumed. \u201cI was awake early, so I took a stroll. I was looking around instead of down and walked straight off the bloody dock. And I had this in my pocket,\u201d he said, holding up a sodden wallet. He flung it down in disgust. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNever mind,\u201d I told him as I ducked below for a beach towel. \u201cWe\u2019ll dry it all out.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCrikey, I\u2019m bloody embarrassed,\u201d he went on, shaking his head. I assured him no one else had seen\u2014we were the only three people awake on the dock. As I balmed his bruised ego, I sent silent thanks skyward that no other part of him had been injured. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Pete rinsed off with the deck shower, I fast-walked to the bakery for extra bread. I had something in mind that was guaranteed to soothe his soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When I was growing up, my mother\u2019s go-to remedy for anyone in a mood in the \u00admorning was caramelized cinnamon toast. The aroma alone launched us out of bed and to the table.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

When I returned, he had followed my advice and spread the contents of the beleaguered wallet under the dodger to dry. His wet shirt dripped from the lifelines. He\u2019d poured \u00adhimself a coffee and sat on the sun bed, sipping morosely. \u201cI guess I should wake everybody up for breakfast,\u201d he said with a loud sigh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crikey. The man was, as my mom used to say, in a mood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRelax,\u201d I replied. \u201cAnd leave it to me.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I was growing up, my mother\u2019s go-to remedy for anyone in a mood in the morning was caramelized cinnamon toast. It also worked to rouse dedicated \u00adsleepers. The aroma alone launched \u200bus out of bed and to the table. \u201cJust what the doctor ordered,\u201d she\u2019d chirp as she put the platter in front of us. I\u2019ve made her toast ever since, in a mood or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the galley, I got to work. Minutes later, the heavenly scent of toasting butter and cinnamon filled the boat. I looked at my watch: 3, 2, 1\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cabin doors flung open. The sleepers had launched. \u201cWhat are you making<\/em>?\u201d they asked in full chorus, rubbing their eyes. \u201cOh, my God. It smells good!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While everyone helped themselves to coffee and continental breakfast fare, I finished the toast and put the platter on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As they ate, I heard yawns and \u201cyums.\u201d Then the group went silent. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glanced up. All eyes were on Pete\u2019s wife, Olivia, who was poised over the toast, snapping photos. \u201cLynda, I\u2019m posting everywhere about our American cook in Greece who makes this unbelievably brilliant cinnamon toast,\u201d she said. \u201cYou\u2019re going
to be famous in Oz.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laughed. Fame didn\u2019t interest me, but Pete\u2019s mood did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you think, Pete?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI reckon this is the best bloody cinnamon toast I\u2019ve ever eaten in my life,\u201d he answered, lifting his coffee mug in my direction. \u201cAnd this morning in particular, I\u2019d say it\u2019s justwhat the doctor ordered.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was grinning from ear to ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Caramelized Cinnamon Toast<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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\n Caramelized Cinnamon Toast<\/span>\n Lynda Morris Childress<\/span>\n\n\t\t\t\t <\/figcaption>\n <\/section>\n\t\t\n\n\n