Today Ben and I decided we wanted french toast for lunch after church. On our way home Ben had asked me why I never made french toast for him before because he LOVES it. I reply,"I don't know you never asked." He says, "I didn't think you knew how to make it." Of course, I say, "it's french toast how hard can it be?" Long story short. It's hard! After my bread had globs of cinnamon on it and too much egg (to where the egg was actually turning white on the toast) I realized this is why I never make french toast. So here is a picture of my not so amazing masterpiece. That was my job to make and Ben made the bacon and eggs. Once he saw the french toast he said, "Would you like me to make the french toast as well?" Whoever said cooking was fun? They lied. I don't have a picture of his because by then we were so hungry we couldn't wait.