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Feb. 9th, 2013 05:57 pmSo, not long ago I wrote a fanfic with a side-plot about how Rhodey's french toast is magical and possibly orgasmic. And for the next week or so, people kept tagging me with pictures of french toast or telling me they made french toast because I fired a craving neuron in their brains. Which is TOTALLY FINE, I'm down with people reading my fic and expressing their love of it. I accept your adulation!
But it made me want french toast, which I don't make very often.
When I do make french toast I like to use really thick bread, and I didn't have any, so I started a bowl of no-knead bread last night and baked it this morning. I let it cool, cut it in nice thick slices, dunked the slices in egg-and-milk, and fried it in leftover bacon grease. I put it all on a plate, a golden heaping pile of french toast.
And as I was reaching for the syrup, I dropped the plate.
The plate is fine; the french toast kind of exploded on impact, and festooned my kitchen floor in a wide fallout zone.
*weeps*
But it made me want french toast, which I don't make very often.
When I do make french toast I like to use really thick bread, and I didn't have any, so I started a bowl of no-knead bread last night and baked it this morning. I let it cool, cut it in nice thick slices, dunked the slices in egg-and-milk, and fried it in leftover bacon grease. I put it all on a plate, a golden heaping pile of french toast.
And as I was reaching for the syrup, I dropped the plate.
The plate is fine; the french toast kind of exploded on impact, and festooned my kitchen floor in a wide fallout zone.
*weeps*
