I was kinda bored in the afternoon the other day, and slightly peckish, so
I was scrolling through the interwebs for the easiest possible thing to cook
and eat, that would still actually taste ok. And I foudn Liv's recipe for
french toast. I always through french toast was super hard and that only
badasses who were fully self-actualised and always had actual, SUFFICIENT time
in the morning for fulfilling and joyous breakfast-times everyday were capable
of making it successfully, but apparently I'm wrong. It's actually shockingly
not that difficult! You just beat a glug of milk, an egg, some cinnamon, a
teaspoon of vanilla extract and sugar to taste in a bowl, drop in a piece to
bread and poke it around to make sure it absorbs everything, and then plop it in
a pan, and then wait around for a few minutes. Not that hard! I was amazed at
my own ability to not mess it up that I ate lots and was then so bloated for
the rest of the day I didn't even have enough stomach space to shovel in some
dinner. Until about 10pm right before bed when I got the goddarn nibbles again
and ate a kinda weird tasting cranberry and nut bar (I never trust dried bits
of fruit in otherwise perfectly good food items).
I also picked up the penguin classics edition of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, but since being swamped with chemistry coursework, I'm only about 1/3 of the way through, and I'll refrain from casting any judgements until I reach the end.
