The frozen sky spits out a combination pack of snowflakes: huge, miniscule, fat, puffy, wispy, deflated. Something for everyone, except me. I am ready for spring; curmudgeonly winter with his ridiculous whims needs to go away. Back to yesterday, or last week. Back to when he was wanted, appreciated, welcomed.
Snowy day, snowy day.
I have no energy, just a belly full of decadent food and a gaping need for a long, warm nap.
Creme Brulee French Toast.
Goodnight, all. I’ll write tomorrow.
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Salivating at the French toast. February is the hardest month and we had very little patience left for it when I lived in the East.
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Oh, the French toast is soooo good. I agree. February may be the shortest month, but it is daunting. I am ready for spring-like weather.
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Oh good lord that french toast!!!! Gawd help me, lol. I like that first shot too. Dismal beauty.
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The French toast is amazing. AMAZING! I wasn’t expecting snow today. I mean, it didn’t stick but it snowed all day. All day. And it is freezing here.
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Crime Brûlée French toast…need…
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Bonefish Grill’s Sunday Brunch!
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I love the photo of that tree – its branches outstretched towards the sky, as though it could pull sunshine through the clouds.
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Thank you so much! Unfortunately, we had our biggest snow of the season overnight (2 whole inches!) so it looks that way again-and then some. I am ready for it to be leafy and inviting!
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