I’m not dead (and I didn’t run off with Chris Cornell, either, dammit). But I’m not in Paris at the moment, and my optimistic intention to keep updating the blog while on the road hasn’t quite worked as planned, so hang in there, folks! I’ll be back online before the end of the month.
In the meantime, here’s a photo of how they make French Toast in Athol, Idaho (it’s actually “stuffed” French toast, with fresh fruit and cream cheese…and a mountain of whipped cream floating on a hunk of butter — the hunk of real butter being the only authentically French part of this meal). FYI, the French really do have French Toast**, but they call it Pain Perdu and it’s more like the stale bits of leftover baguette instead of full slices of bread, and they serve it at dessert, which, if we’re all honest, is where it should be. I mean, c’mon, look at the photo! How can any adult try and pass this off as breakfast?
** They do not, however, have French Dip sandwiches, French Dressing, French Vanilla Coffee, or anything resembling the crap that passes for the French bread that I stupidly bought at the supermarket in Seattle the other day.