Regular as clockwork, my stomach has decided to try and digest itself in a bid to be fed some breakfast. Well ok, belly, you win. What shall we have? I think some french toast may well be on the cards, but what sort of accompaniment would marry so well with your sweet, cinnamony flavour? I would love white chocolate sauce, but alas there is no chocolate in the house. There is Galaxy in the car, but since I'm currently unshowered and my hair has a mind of it's own, defying gravity to the very end, I daren't set food out the door for fear of being laughed at. I could always use a little of the new chocolate philly...? Although I'm not sure how to treat it...
Anyway, I'm sure I'll find something suitable after raiding the cupboards or the internet for ideas, or possibly both! Hopefully something tasty will hit me like a brick wall (although I'm not sure why that saying is so popular since I was totally unaware that a brick wall was capable of lashing out, or moving in the slightest!).
Time to move to the kitchen and find out what I have to work with. Not a lot, I suspect...
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