Ava said, “you’re sticking your tongue out” while I was taking this picture.
That’s my Thinking Tongue! And besides, that’s how the French do it.
(OK so maybe I left out that last bit when responding to my 7 year old’s observations.)
I had French toast on the brain when I woke up this morning, so French toast it was. I remember eating French toast as a kid and how mysterious it seemed. How on earth did my parents turn ordinary bread into something so soft and sweet and delicious?