I had dreams about french toast last night. The kids at the child care I work at ate it for lunch. My friend's son made it for dinner.
Now I am seriously craving it! (heading downstairs to make some)
Brioche French toast crusted in frosted flakes
Sticky sweet syrup slides down the sides of the lightly browned bread
Pieces cut into bite-size bits.
Inhale. Steam spins towards your nose, smells of sweet cinnamon creeps to your conscious.
Bite. Melts in your mouth like a tiny piece of heaven
Crunch. The frosted flakes sweet sugary crust tickles your taste buds.
Exhale. Tongue still tingling, mouth still craving
Each bite more sumptuous than the last
A deep desire to indulge in more
But all that is left is a puddle of sticky sweet syrup.