This weekend we had Amy over for brunch. Amy and I used to work together and were able to see each other five days a week for almost three years. I miss that then to make it even worse Amy moved an hour away to Baltimore making it harder to see her. I hate when people move, but I love when people come over for brunch. Everyone who knows me knows I may not say “Hey friend I am glad you’re my friend” to your face, nope instead I like to express how fortunate I am to have you in my life through food. I like Amy, A LOT as evidence by this:
That folks is some homemade French toast that will knock your socks off as found on How Sweet It Is. I would love to link you to the recipe but my work has some anti-How Sweet It Is block. I’ll have to update it when I get home.
And as if that wasn’t enough I also made some lovely individual egg cup thingies, also How Sweet It Is.
Then I sat down and stuffed my face before going to my least favorite place.
Oh before I divert my attention to DIY nightmares see this little guy…
That knife is by far the best knife I have. I am systematically going to replace all my knives with those. If you cook do yourself a favor and buy one of those knives. Thanks Heidi & Rob for giving us ours.
