Chapter 5
In which Jeff learns there is more than one way to make French Toast.
Thats right. This week my dignity was brought to question when Jeff found out I did not appreciate soggy bread. I like my french toast cooked through. "So its chewy?" He increaduously inquired? Yes. That night there was chocolate offered to amend my dignity. And what's better he realized that there are different people in the world, and now allows for the existence of bannas (Another food he does not subjectivly appreciate). Life with others makes us aware of ourselves. That is why I have a boyfriend. Otherwise I would think the only thing that exists were fires, cats and books. And chocolate. and me. sometimes
posted by Sasha @ 5:52 PM
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mmmm, fire, cats, books, chocolate...what amazing things. as are people. how are you friend?
Well, there I was, just about giving up hope that you existed! Now I know that you exist and are eating French toast. You are quite right. Blond french toast, blond waffles, blond pancakes, blond biscuits.....are simply mushy and horrible....a touch of brown around the edges...like burned spots makes them much better! Soggy bread is for the garbage dump.
Soggy French Toast??? I have never heard of such a thing! But then, I also had never heard of putting syrup on French Toast until late into my teens. We always ate it with butter and salt and pepper.
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