This isn’t really a post – it’s more like a confession.
I can’t master the art of food quantity. Either I make too much or I make nothing. I made French toast for my kids today. They had one piece each and were done. Which, by the way, is exactly the amount they had the last time I made French toast. What’s wrong with me? I’m sure it has to do with my childhood (food is not love!) or my distorted sense of reality or something. Anyway – If you are in or around the Bucks County area – feel free to stop in. I’ve got enough food to feed you all. Now…onto lunch.