Breakfast Al Fresco

This morning I made french toast (or is it Freedom Toast) for breakfast and we ate outside on the deck. There is a brief period when the temperature is just right to eat outside, the sun is behind the trees and the bugs haven’t come out yet. At the start of breakfast, we were in that sweet spot. As we ate our french toast (the best in the world, but not according to Grace), it started to get warmer and we went inside.

Meg wants to get an oscillating fan so we can have a breeze when we sit on the deck.

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.