French Toast Tales
8:00am: Hillary wakes up to the clinkering of her bedroom blinds on the window pane as the cool breeze invites itself in. She clutches onto her clean, comfy sheets and lies content for a few minutes, enjoying the silence throughout the house. The pleasant thought that she doesn’t have to rush out the door anywhere comes to mind – resting her head on her cloud of a feather pillow for a couple more hours is possible – but because she is a 20-year-old going on 40, she decides that a productive Sunday morning would leave her feeling more satisfied.
8:15am: Hillary remembers her plans for breakfast and springs out of bed! She collects the ingredients from each corner of the kitchen as quietly as she can, cringing at a clunk of a cabinet door or crack of an egg that may wake up her nearby sleeping roommates.
8:20am: The French toast assembly line begins. First, crack the free-range organic eggs. Next, add a splash of milk. Sprinkle in the cinnamon. Whisk away.
8:22am: Hillary’s health-conscious brain reminds her to increase her breakfast’s nutritional value. She opens the fridge, pulls out the trusty Bob’s Red Mill ground flax and adds a teaspoon to the egg bath – easy as can be.
8: 24am: Place two slices of whole wheat bread into the “batter”. Fire up the pan with a dab of real buttah. Melt homemade apricot jam for topping.
8:26am: Plop piece of bread #1 into the sizzling butter. Guestimate when the eggy bready is saying: “It’s time to turn me over!”. Flip. Stare at the transformed crispy side of toast. Repeat with slice #2.
8:30am: Top toast with 1/2 sliced banana, fresh blueberries & melted homemade apricot jam.
8:34am: Gather camera, twist open the blinds to let the light shine in, and snap a few shots as timely as possible as she dreads the thought of her French toast becoming cold.
8:40am: Time to eat! Hillary’s taste buds do some critiquing and make a few mental notes about what to change for future French Toast Sunday mornings.
8:40 – 9:00am: Hillary polishes off her breakfast while checking in with her favorite bloggers to see what they ate for their morning meal.
9:45am: Hillary is shocked by how fast the numbers on the clock transform from one to another. She presses the last few words into her keyboard and clicks publish.