Apparently, I can’t get anything right. Monday’s peanut butter toast was too crispy. Today, Colin decided that his peanut butter toast was too long. TOO LONG.
Funny enough, I actually knew when I was toasting the bread that it was going to be too long, but all three remaining pieces were that long. And I hadn’t had enough coffee to get creative. Erin ate the extra bit that Colin refused. I think she’s still feeling guilty for selling me out earlier this week.
P.S., I’m going to write a book called, “Colinn’s Way” (“Du côté de chez Colinn”). The opening section will be on madeleines and peanut butter toast.