I had french toast for breakfast yesterday at a diner and it was so good. For some reason every time I've made it at home it's just mediocre and not my favorite, but when I have it out somewhere it's so delicious. Unfair!
This morning so far I've had half of two different cupcakes for breakfast and they were so good. One was a peach cupcake with the most amazing fresh peach taste and the other was like a Samoa Girl Scout cookie with toasted coconut and a chocolate ganache filling. The few times I've had cupcakes from one of those cutsie overpriced cupcake places they've just been sorta meh, but these were actually good.
French toast from yesterday. Darn skippy I took a picture.
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! .
The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond.
I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places.
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.