Going out for breakfast does not solve the world’s problems, but it is more difficult to blame each other when the opposing sides have French toast in their mouths.
Very Vague Dispatch from L.A. – #2
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Ahem. We call it Freedom Toast now.
All hail French Toast.
Unless your husband has committed the faux pas of dumping fruity syrup all over your french toast as mine did yesterday, in which case you’d better call a good attorney.
Mm. French Toast.
I agree with every single commenter before me. And that never happens.
Especially if it is cinnamon french toast.
You’re making me hungry – again!
I remember watching this Ace of Cakes episode that featured a couple that fell in love over a plate of French toast. Ask Sophia how she feels about having a French toast wedding cake.
Speaking of which — I finally went to Marston’s today for brunch. Thanks for the recommendation.
Kudos Neil. I wish you great happiness well in your personal journeys here in this new year.
Luckily we all get lots of second chances.
I was trying to think up something witty to say involving maple syrup, but everything I started sounded a bit too dirty.
So, um, yeah. I like French toast, too.
If it takes french toast to get past blame, then bring on the french toast.
Well, I would also opt for putting loads of syrup on said French Toast. The better to keep your mouths glued shut.
i <3 LA
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It really is hard. It makes you so happy. Have breakfast together again tomorrow!
Why does that sound so dirty? It is really hard to blame someone with French toast in your mouth. Eating yummy breakfast makes you so happy.
Stilted, but better.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
How I wish things were going better for you, but French toast will help. Yum.
French toast makes everything better. Stick some bacon in there, too, and you have a perfect recipe for all sorts of reconciliations.
a toast to you……..er…..both of you.
Why is everyone talking about French Toast all of a sudden? My 13-year-old nephew just started a French Toast blog And it was my last meal before I left Chicago yesterday–stuffed with marscapone….yum!
I am so hoping there was syrup involved.
(and a “When Harry Met Sally” doppleganger)
Maple syrup is the glue that holds many a relationship together.