Cinnamon Raisin French Toast Casserole

If you read this blog regularly, it may come as no surprise that I consider my mom to be my best friend. In fact, she has already had quite a few blog posts devoted to her. And last year, when Facebook had the creepy ability to tally up the most used words in your Facebook statuses from the past year, “Mom” was my number one word. “Zombies” was second. But that is a story for another day. Because today is Mother’s Day, and if you don’t mind, I think I’ll discuss Julie B with you once again. She is the sweetest funniest person I know, and in a lot of ways, she knows me better than I know myself. We’ve always been close, from the days she carted me around to the grocery store after pre-school to my college years when we chatted on the phone multiple times a day. Not to say we didn’t have our rough patches along the way. My stint as an angsty teenager wasn’t the easiest of times for her seeing as I had become one of those cheery sixteen-year-olds whose favorite saying seemed to be “you just don’t understaaaaand me.” That time must have been fun for her. But she knew me better than anyone even during those years. I remember one particular angst driven tantrum I threw right after I got my license. I had been 16 for three whole months when I took my driver’s test, and even though I passed, my parents decided that I was not quite ready for unsupervised driving just yet. The state trusted me, but my parents didn’t. Secretly, I didn’t care that much. I never liked driving anyway. But publicly, I needed some reason to cry and moan. And I remember my mother, calmly looking at me saying, “Colleen…this isn’t about the car is it? This is about a boy.” I tried my best to look insulted and vehemetly repilied ” Of COURSE not!” How dare she assume I would cry over something so stupid. But then I thought about…and she was right. It was totally about a boy. I loved how she could always see through me. And she still can. Every time I wake up from a sleepless night, she can almost always pinpoint the cause of my stress. And she has the most wonderful way of supporting my big dreams, but keeping me grounded enough to realize that not everything I hope to accomplish has to happen right now. So here is another thank you to the best mom a girl could have. I love you Ma!

This recipe for Cinnamon Raisin French Toast Casserole is one that my mom and I made together for our Mother’s Day Brunch this year. We suggest using a sturdy French Bread for this recipe, as it needs to be strong enough to hold up to the rich liquid that brings the casserole together. This year we used cinnamon & raisins for a touch of flavor, but you can easily substitute the fruit of your choosing. (Pineapples & coconut are also a delicious addition to this casserole if you are looking for a tropical dish)

Ingredients: Makes 12 servings

  • 1 large french bread loaf (yields about 8 cups of cubed bread)
  • 7 eggs
  • 2 cups milk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 2 teaspoons cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup raisins

Streusel Topping:

  • 3 tablespoons butter
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 2 tablespoons rolled oats
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon


  1. Cut french bread into 1 inch cubes and place in a 9 x 13 inch greased baked dish; set aside
  2. In a large bowl, whisk eggs, milk, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg & brown sugar together
  3. Pour mixture over bread until all bread is coated
  4. Sprinkle with raisins, and cover with time foil
  5. Refrigerate casserole for 8 hours or overnight
  6. In a small bowl mix streusel ingredients together, sprinkle over casserole
  7. Bake in a 350 degree oven for 35-40 minutes

3 thoughts on “Cinnamon Raisin French Toast Casserole

  1. Pingback: Mother’s Day Recipe Round Up | Miss Petite Sweets

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