Last week I thought about buying bagels for my usual Sunday morning breakfast, but I decided against it. Did there have to be a reason? If there was, I forgot it. It came to me in the night that I hadn’t had French toast in three or four years. YEARS!! I didn’t think about it again until after I had gone to church on line. It wouldn’t be a big production to coat two pieces of bread and cook them. No need to look at a recipe. Who would need directions for something that should come naturally? Don’t over-think it. Just do it.

How do you like your French toast? Should it be sweet or a bland background for real maple syrup? Should it have cinnamon? Do you like it soggy or slightly crisp? Does it matter what it looks like?

I don’t remember what pan I used in the past, but my eye lit on the wok. It lives on the stove, because it’s too big to store anywhere else. It’s too heavy to sling around, too. The battered bread looked good, with the coating nice and even. It got a little too brown while I made coffee. That wouldn’t have mattered to me, but there were spots of brown and quite a bit of uncooked batter. Good grief! The toast was not cooking evenly! I began to play with the mess, turning the bread this way and that, while pressing the raw spots into the pan. I turned off the heat, put one piece on a plate and left the other to stay warm in the pan.

Since the first piece was on the soggy side, I put the other one in the air fryer. It got reasonably stiff, but it also repelled the syrup. There has to be a middle road, but I wasn’t on it. That’s a real drawback of living alone. There was no one to laugh with me at this culinary blip. If I can muster up one giggle before the day is out, all will be well.