tastes like home
I don't really know what being homesick feels like, but man, I missed french toast for breakfast. It hit me a couple days ago that I now had access to all the ingredients necessary for it, so yesterday I made sure that we had adequate supply of eggs, milk and the cutest little bread you've ever seen. We'd bought syrup and butter in Ha Noi, so it was good to go. After sleeping in a bit, i whipped it up and served it to my hungry munchkins along with hot Milo, mango and Asian pear slices.
Ah, home.
1 Comments:
That sounds good! Next time call the day before and we will be there for breakfast :) :) :). I bet you get some really good fresh fruit there? Not like the "pick it green" and ship it to the suppermarket stuff we get here!
unc d&j
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