Eat Like a Rabbit

Once again, I am confessing that I read magazines at work. But, who could blame me? There's a wealth of information free to me; and since I can't sit still at lunch, I am productive by researching facts and recipes. Let's face it, if it weren't for my reading magazines at work, Paul would not have an absolutely fabulous Christmas present, which I am proud of finding. Sadly, some of Paul's friends read this blog; so, I cannot share the details until after the 25th. Therefore, we must return to the topic of the cake.

It was dark one evening and I was running around Costco in my scrubs. This doesn't make me special, but it does tell you I had a long day. I pulled 10 hours at work, dined with my folks and my grandmother for some special occasion, and had to do it all over again the next day.

I'm a good shopper. I go in with my list, focus on what I need to get, analyze prices, and get out quickly spending roughly what I had estimated food items for a week would cost. On this specific day; however, I was running a bit slow. I was still focused, but I had a few interruptions along the way.

The French Toast recipe comes from my mother and is as follows:

• 1 egg
• Equal parts ground cinnamon and brown sugar to taste
• 1/4 tsp. vanilla extract

Mix. Dip both sides of toast. Cook on medium skillet until browned.

Yields three slices French Toast. Leftovers can be refrigerated and toasted another morning.

Note: White sugar tastes sweeter than brown sugar. You may wish to use less white sugar.