Saturday morning is probably my favorite type of morning there is. We wake up slowly and stay in bed until 11:00, reading or playing on our phones or snuggling. This morning I made the best french toast in the world!!! And then we sat in bed looking over our finances on Mint while making electric guitar noises along with Separate Ways by Journey. It just felt right, yo.

But back to my french toast. Okay, seriously guys (SERIOUSLY.) this was such good french toast. I have been pleased as punch about it all morning. I just keep remembering it and feeling awesome every time.

“That french toast was awesome!” I said as we looked at a graph about the diversification of our investments.

“Yeah, it was so good!” agreed Klane.

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“Man, wasn’t that french toast just the BEST? I mean I can’t even believe it!” I exclaimed as we were getting in the shower.

“Yes! Way delicious!” said Klane.

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“Oh my gosh, I just can’t get over it! It was AMAZING!!” I shouted from the bathroom as I blow-dried my hair.

I think Klane nodded in agreement; he was very engrossed in his game of Call of Duty.

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“But remember that time when we went to Clinton Street, and I was saying that I could make pancakes like that at home, but that I could never make french toast like they have at Extra Virgin, because it was so amazing and I couldn’t even begin to fathom how they did it? Do you remember this conversation?!” I persisted. “And now look! Here it is! I am amazed!!”

I don’t know if Klane is tired yet of hearing about this french toast… but he did eat his entire plate, which is definitely saying something, since most days he doesn’t partake of anything more than a sip of milk before 2:00 pm. So I think it really might have been the best french toast ever.

What was that you said? You said you would like the recipe? A request for the best french toast in the world has reached my ears, perchance?

Oh okay then, here you go!

You’re welcome.

Enjoy your weekend!