It is our Christmas Eve tradition to have cheese fondue, and somehow it also became a tradition for me to grossly overestimate the amount of bread we need. So this morning I made tiny pieces of French Toast! The blizzard meant that Daddy-O could not leave until later in the morning so he was able to supervise the boys (I don't even want to know what all the craziness I heard coming from the other room was about!) while I cooked up a batch of the cutest French Toast ever.
Look at how high the snow is -- and we live on the second floor (ok, I'm sure you can figure it out...)!
The wind was so strong that snow was able to make it through the door crack in our building's foyer and stuck to the sides of the wall and the baseboard. Maybe we should get that taken care of.
I see sledding in our future.
I remember some of those winter storms in NYC - it's not fun for commute. Enjoy winter wonderland while it lasts, and mini French toast should warm you up nicely.
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