I baked these beautiful slices of gold when I needed to warm the house up on a slow afternoon with something good and comforting.
I soaked the bread in a plain slurry, set it to rest on the griddle and browned it. The smell wafted through my kitchen and I felt all was calm.
This wasn’t just food; it was an act of taking a little care for myself. I never had time to let the toast cool before serving it; it was hot, soft inside, crisp outside.
Simple meals like this make me believe that happiness doesn’t always have to come with complicated ingredients, sometimes, it’s as simple as some throwing on a pan and all those ingredients say is love.