Yesterday Tim stained the front porch and it's beautiful. Or as he says, it's a polished turd, but still. I love it. Then this morning I used a leftover spelt loaf for Cinnamon French Toast. Best ever. Seriously good.
This one goes in the book because the taste of the spelt, mixed with the strong flour, mixed with the organic cinnamon, and local maple sryup, my gosh, I wish I could have had you all over for brunch.
And that's another thing, I see cookery shows where judges belittle brunch. What's that about? Brunch might be rustic and a bit of mix, but by gosh, I'll take a good breakfast brunch over a snooty, over-priced, don't put your elbows on the table, restaurant, all ding dong day long.
And that my Boogerbutts, brings me to end of another post. Meanwhile, Tim's got the music on, he's writing and I'm to put finishing touches on The Lemon Tart Room.
Thanks for reading and boogie boogie.