When Richie retired 11 years ago, he got into liking to cook breakfast on Sunday mornings. My sister gave him a two-burner griddle one Christmas and he's been going strong ever since.
This morning he decided on French toast, bacon and cut up strawberries. Incidentally, cut up strawberries are a staple around here. Much like milk and eggs.
I thought to myself, "If the morning repast is going to be a piece of fried eggy bread, I want all of the "butter" and maple syrup I can load onto it."
When my plate landed in front of me, it suddenly dawned on me that if I used my fork tines to make tiny holes all over it, the butter would sink in and so would lashings of syrup.
And I was right! I recommend this small step...
(signed) Getting Fat in Southern California.
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