Life just doesn't get much better than cinnamon chip french toast with strawberries and whipped cream.
It's been almost a week and I'm still dreaming about that Sunday breakfast.
Maybe I need therapy. Is there such thing as food therapy?
My dreams all consist of food
with the occasional corgi pup bounding around. but that's a whole different issue.
heaven help me.
P.S. I may or may not be in Vegas on a spontaneous trip with my sister and my Dad....more to come on that later.