I made sourdough French Toast and bacon this morning. (I bought the sourdough, I didn't make it like all of those over-achievers.)
Pretty easy. Pretty good.
I cut the shiznit out of my finger slicing the bread. I thought I'd cut one more thin slice of bread off the heel, but got too cocky and the thong rolled. I cut a slice off my fingertip instead. Lotta blood. Lotta blood. I didn't ruin any food, but it's the index finger, so work is going to be fun tomorrow.
Knife cuts hurt. But like a good chef, you finished the meal. Be sure and come up with something more exciting to tell your coworkers than cutting bread.The French Toast and bacon turned out great! Thanks for asking.
I'm ending the long weekend happy and plump....with a giant band aid on my finger.
Actually, there's a big gauze pad and 3 band aids. It's rather bulbous.
Sometimes breakfast foods are best at night.On Friday it was beautiful, we took a ride with the top down to Wild Willy's, planning to have burgers brought out to eat in the car. We couldn't get through by phone to order, so we walked in. We had masks on, the guy taking orders/ answering the phone/ putting together orders/ delivering curbside was not. He was doing all that with no mask, and the one pair of gloves. Also, he made us wait while he took phone orders. The Mrs said fark dat, and we left.
She made breakfast for dinner, with sausage, scrambled eggs, and blueberry pancakes. Yum.
The next night we took the convertible to Bob's Clam Hut. Great operation, very well done. We got fried scallops and whole belly clams, ate in the car. Yum.