I’m starting to crave toast. Once again, I mean.

For years (decades), I started every morning with a couple of slices of toast, and for each and every day of those many years (many DECADES…), those slices of toast were garnished with a delicious veneer of peanut butter and honey. Sometimes raspberry jam, but most often honey.

Then, suddenly one morning, I got bored with that daily routine. I would slap my toast around, like a silverback gorilla might whack at a leaf or branch that displeased him. I would put off preparing my breakfast as long as I could, hoping instead to find something more exotic to consume in the morning. That was my brief but somewhat exciting period of raisin bread toast – like dining in a whole other culture!

Now, after turning my back on toast for a month or so, I’ve noticed how I’ve lingered, and looked at loaves of bread in the supermarket. I think it’s time. I think I may have a couple of slices of toast this morning.

Oh what a beautiful morning. Oh what a beautiful day…

Chow for now!!