A yummy, steaming-like-warm-cozy-tea, intensely-fragrant-yet-deeply-satisfying stack of french toast for breakfast! It was infused with cinnamon and crisply golden sugar that let the smell hover about the kitchen and sneak all the way into our rooms, waking my brother and I up with the sight of pure happiness.
Usually my brother and I would eat our own little meals in the morning, as they are very routine (my brother drinks a healthy shake my mom makes, as I eat cold cereal or eggs and bread)--So this morning was like a wake up call to how amazing the first meal of the day can really be!
And as I ate the golden-brown, eternally-steaming french toast, I kept exclaiming how delightfully buttery they tasted, as I added in a surprised tone of voice every time my mouth opened since my parents are usually very healthy as to use olive oil in everything they cook...And my mom replied that there was in fact no butter, but just lots and lots of olive oil...Big (but nice) surprise. :) Plus the bread my mom used was whole wheat, which adds even more to the hidden healthiness of the meal. This gave me a sigh of relief, because I generally love to be healthy as I also enjoy indulging myself on something not so healthy, with the hope of not feeling guilty about it afterward.
And the fact that something looking and tasting like sinful pleasure was really something to never feel guilty about--that to me was like a revelation!
I could talk about these slices of french toast for a billion more paragraphs, but instead I will leave it to your imagination, to take yourself away for a moment to your own kitchen where your mother/sweetie/whoever has surprised you with a gift wrapped in syrup (or ketchup, if it's hash browns...etc. etc.) to make your day just a little bit sweeter. ;)