We’re in official lockdown mode now and I’ve been feeling guilty that all of these local businesses and such are not able to take my dollars due to the quarantine. I saw a Facebook ad that purported to assemble a “breakfast box” featuring food from a variety of local suppliers. I’m a sucker for this sort of thing so I ordered it and it arrived the next day, delivered by a kindly old man in a van who managed to get lost and I had to walk him through where I lived over the phone.
The box had a branded mug, coffee, cheese, milk, eggs, and way, way too much bread. I decided to make French toast since I needed to use up the bread after it got stale but didn’t want to just eat bread since that would probably send me into a food coma and 1pm nap. I think the stale bread made a huge difference in making sure the custard didn’t simply disintegrate the bread matrix upon soaking.
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