My toast speaks with a French accent this morning.

French toast with sliced strawberries tossed with raw sugar and topped with Greek yogurt, lemon zest, and fresh mint. That mint/lemon/Greek yogurt combination is pure money. I'll drizzle some honey next time.

*haughty laugh

side note,

a. It actually is raining.

b. I can't stop listening to Mayer Hawthorne. That boy good.

c. Remind me to teach you the accompanying dance. Don't do it in the car during your morning commute unless you want people to stare, think you have odd emphatic road rage, or think you're singing itsy bitsy spider to yourself.