Breakfast of Champions
Monday, May 05, 2008
Dear French Toast,
I love you. I know I didn’t always, but now I do. The line of crispiness around your edges, the squashy eggy goodness of your middle, your teamwork with local blueberries (frozen from a pick-your-own place in 2007) and local syrup. I made your bread, and the phenomenal eggs are from a local farm for Winter Shares. You are cozy and cheery and you made my day.
Love,
Eliza


