Sunday, December 29, 2013

French Toast

French Toast from Leftover Stale Baguette
Carter and I were starving and Ann was still abed—how do I put this delicately?—trying to survive after a movie night with her girlfriends. I remembered a bunch of baguette rounds that I had put away the night before while washing wine glasses and clearing away dead soldiers after arriving home from Saturday night dinner service to find the house looking like we had hosted a frat party. A splash of milk, a couple of eggs, and voilà: French toast. We devoured it! It is amazing how something so simple can be so good.
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