photo op: breakfast with BAE

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It was like any other Saturday: a lovely lie-in in effort to avoid the cold weather and weekend chores, but this weekend, they thought ahead. They bought bread. They usually don’t, even though they fantasize of fluffy things, cakey confections, carb-loading and loving it, but this time they gave in and bought bread—dream-like challah bread, light, lovely, sweet and delicious, extremely perfect for a Saturday French toast breakfast.

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Each thick slice soaked up the eggy liquid, heavily scented with sweet vanilla. The middles were custardy and creamy and the outsides were caramelized from the rich brown sugar, just the thing for a chilly Saturday morning after dreams of sweets and syrup. A slick of butter, a fine coating of cinnamon sugar, and a happy drizzle of syrup, took each bready pillow to the next level and every bite was absolutely worth it as were the smiles.

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