Disclaimer *or something like that*: I just realized that although I know how to crack eggs, bla bla bla, my mom still thinks I’m too young to handle the stove by myself. This means part of it is up to her and sometimes she says no but most often it’s all cool.
Anyway . . .
You know what I’m saying right? When it’s a bright and sunny (or not so sunny right now) Sunday morning, and you’re just like, “Ahh, what should I have for breakfast?”
Wow, what a way to darken your sunny skies.
See, this may sound really weird *we’ve all established that I’m weird already, so it’s all good* but to me, food is life, and when I can’t decide what to eat because I have so many choices – yeah, I’m going to stop here.
Like, who can decide between crepes *actually I used to and still do have that almost every other weekend*, pancakes *same thing*, or french toast *which is now becoming a thing*?
But for today, my mind is at peace.
I chose french toast.