Breakfast, served. French toast or in French, "pain perdu" which literally means "lost bread" since it's better made with day-old stale bread than fresh. And a side of... unrelenting farce.
Apparently, a dear reader (possibly an imaginary person - one can never really be certain in the virtual world of blarghing and aliases) has grown weary of my "fruity oaty" references. He commented, "FRUIT-OAT-GAH, unrelenting farce?" AWESOME. My day isn't complete until I've irked someone to the point of exhaustion. >:) (I miss smilies in my blargh.) Anyhoo, I woke up super early today and felt like making a proper brekky which then led to blarghing. (OK, so I was tired of Manny Pacquiao's face at the top of my blog's home page.)
So. You can kiss my farce or you can kiss my April in Paris. In any case, I'm still going to enjoy my breakfast. And what a fine breakfast it is. A thick slice of my sister's homemade bread soaked in an egg batter (with milk or heavy cream, French vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg). Fried in butter. Topped with berries (blackberries, raspberries), a drizzle of maple syrup or Manuka honey, and a dusting of powdered icing sugar. OK, it's an occasional treat.
... which then led to streaming Comme si de rien n'était (in English, "As If Nothing Had Happened"), the 3rd album of Italian-French ex-supermodel, singer and France's First Lady Carla Bruni. Because I ALWAYS listen to music while I blargh. Sometimes, the music affects what I'm writing about... Oh hey, like right... now. Favourite track: Le temps perdu (Time Lost). While I was studying French, I used to immerse myself by listening to a lot of French music.
... which then led to an urge to greet all my "English-speaking only" Asian friends a Happy
Lunatic Lunar New Year. In French. Bonne année du Dragon à tous mes amis asiatiques! Because while it's enjoyable to confuse random strangers, it's better to mess with friends. ;)
... which then led to the realisation that I should stop writing "which then led to". So retarded.
"Faites-vous des amis prompts à vous censurer." - Boileu. Maybe I agree. Maybe I don't. :P
Massa aka "fruity oaty bar"
P.S. ... which then led to hours of exercise so that my French toast won't stay on my derrière.