Poison Toast

I don't know much about the French. But, I do know what they use for poison. A rendition of breakfast commonly known as French Toast.

My father-in-law made his much anticipated arrival to Maryland yesterday afternoon. Of course, the anticipation was for him to meet Ava, and for our delicious, yet poisonous, French Toast breakfast this morning. You see, Cliff's French Toast is world famous. To die for.

Needless to say, everyone was very happy this morning. Cliff delivered the goods. Me, I learned how to handle the goods the right way a few years back.

The first time Cliff's French Toast was placed in front of my mug, I had no idea what to do. After the first bite, I knew the two slices of heaven Cliff had dished up on my plate would not be enough. I needed four, six, maybe seven pieces. Smothered in butter and syrup, after seven pieces, I was finally sated. Same held true for the three friends of mine I had brought over. Normally, this wouldn't necessarily be healthy, but nothing poisonous. The problem was, we were playing in a 3-on-3 basketball tournament, and had a game in forty minutes. 

Once the game started, we quickly regretted our morning gorging. I remember on a dead ball, holding my stomach, and swallowing hard to hold down the Poison.  There was a little less pep in all of our steps. Running and cutting a bit slower, passing and rebounding with less umph, and jumping with less bounce. Never a good thing when you are playing to get into the tournament finals. Low and behold, we lost. Afterwards, all we could do was slouch over our full bellies, and curse Cliff and his Poison. 

Now, a few years older and mounds wiser, I went for my morning run before I ate my delicious Cliff-made breakfast!