Remember this post? Like mother like son.
I made the best french toast ever on Thursday night. My son (the other boy) wanted to have one of the left overs for lunch on Friday after his successful awards program. In a hurry, he hit too many zeros and cooked it for 3 minutes instead of 30 seconds.
His sister's question was, "If you only meant to cook it for 30 seconds, why did you leave the room?"
They opened all the window and brought in a fan to clear the smoke.
He was left with this focilized piece of bread. He had yogurt for lunch.
I'm going to make the best french toast ever for breakfast this morning. I think he learned his lesson too... now HE knows that you don't cook french toast for 3 minutes, that you don't leave the room while cooking, and to pay attention to how many zeros you punch into the microwave!