Mmm...french toast. Last summer I went through a phase where all I wanted to eat was
french toast. So that's what I ate for a couple weeks straight. I learned how important
the bread is. This bread did not work very well...I think brioche bread is best—nice and fluffy.
This summer, I have grown an obsession for banh mi sandwiches. I mean, my love for
sandwiches knows no bounds, and this banh mi has a peculiar, specific taste I can't get
enough of. Oh sandwiches...you're always there at my most indecisive moments; yet, you
have never failed me once. You come in infinite combinations, catering to everyone's
picky palettes, always on the go and ready at a moment's notice. You're the best.
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