Happiness Is A Plate of French Toast
Happiness is a spouse who cooks up a batch of his inter-galactically renown french toast (and that’s not at all hyperbolic, it’s just that good)without solicitation. Super happiness is then achieved when he covers it in freshly made blueberry maple syrup. Over-the-top happiness is experienced when he makes it the morning that you are feeling haggard, and run-down, and congested after tending to a teething baby overnight and sharing his seasonal allergy-related (I think) cough.
Thanks, Hubs. Huxley and I much approve.
*Hubs would like me to share his “secret” tip for making French toast with ease: Forget about soaking the bread slices in a large Pyrex or similar rectangular dish. Use a cookie sheet (with edges) instead, which makes it easier to fit all of the slices in one batch and provides more space for turning them as they soak. There you go!