I wonder which one is worse for you > Eggs Benedict OR French toast. Hmmmm…. I might just have to try them both. The time to call for an intervention would be… no, not quite yet. The French toast was for someone else.
I might have to start an Eggs Benedict blog where I photograph all the Eggs Benedicts that are lucky enough to cross my path. This time, if it could be at all possible, there was too much hollandaise sauce. We debated this and decided there is no such thing as too much sauce and that there just wasn’t enough toast.
We “needed” the sustenance for what came next. A trip up a local hill to look at other hills we like to call mountains that had SNOW on them. Only the snow was a little bit non-existent. The WIND however was rocketing in from snow fields further away and, apart from nearly getting blown off our hill, we were icecubed in just a few minutes.
Here, look, I have added some helpful graphic aids to assist you is finding the snow…
The poor little guy below is hanging on for dear life.
Somehow he and his pals worked out the bags we were taking out of the boot had bread in them. They asked ever-so-politely if we could flick them a bit.