French Toast

Well I woke up this morning remembering I indeed have a sprained ankle and that indeed it hurts a lot to walk. Granted, it wasn't as much pain as yesterday, but I'm still walking like an 85 year old man. Luckily, I have a sister who loves me enough to take me to the BYU Health Center north of campus right when it opened at 8:00 AM and waited around for me in that boring lobby while they x-rayed me and gave me an ankle brace so I can walk semi-normally! She's the best sister ever, and even took me to a quaint little bakery for breakfast. She told me that they are renowned for their French toast...

....Which leads me into my next section. I wouldn't consider myself a connoisseur of French toast or other fine breakfast foods, but growing up in a household where both my Dad and Mom are AMAZING chef's, I feel I know a thing or two about good eats. And I promise Mom and Dad, this isn't a direct attack on home cooking (which is the best of course), but the French Toast I had today BLEW ME AWAY. Imagine if you will, the most incredible succulent, thick, delicious, delectable piece of cinnamon bread that was made in the French Toast batter. Pair this with the most amazing butter, not too thick and not too thin but perfect for this meal. Add fresh, cold, moist strawberries to the mix, along with the most perfectly flavored sugar syrup and you have two of the most stupendous, mind-boggling, melt in your mouth goodness of your entire life (or my entire college life). I can't wait to go back and get another plate, because honestly it was JUST THAT GOOD!

Also, I miss my pets! I miss you Victoire, Cappy, and Leo!

Such a cute picture of Victoire (Pronounced Victory) :) 

Taken by my talented Mom

Oh Cappy you are such a stud...