The One Where Amy is humiliated by French Toast.

So, I'm driving home from work today, and I'm super-excited because I have this brilliant idea for dinner: French Toast.

I haven't had french toast in ages because I never have eggs in the house. But the other day I had to buy eggs for something I was baking to take to school. And at lunch today, it hits me:

I have bread.
I have milk.
I have eggs.
I have a pan.
I can make french toast.

So all afternoon, I've been looking forward to this french toast. I literally think about it the whole ride home -

"Oh, it'll be so good with a little powdered sugar..."
"Mmm, I love eating it when its right out of the pan and warm and the powdered sugar kind of melts..."
"Oh it always smells so good..."

I get home, I find a bowl, I turn the pan on to warm it up, and I get out the eggs and bread. All is going well. Fench toast goodness, here I come. So, I crack the egg on the side of the bowl.

Then I spend the next five minutes picking egg shell pieces out of the egg mixture. This should have been the first sign that this was not going to go well.

But I surge ahead. I beat the eggs and add a splash of milk. I dip the bread slices in and toss the first one in the pan.

Oh, shit.

I only put egg on one side. I quickly get it out of the pan, dip the other side in the egg mixture and put it back in the pan.

And then I re-dip the other slices of bread, since they, also, were only coated on one side.

All is well again. I flip the first piece.

What the heck?
Why does it look so weird?

I let the other side cook a little longer, and then take it out of the pan. Hmmm. The other side looks weird too. Maybe the pan wasn't hot enough yet.

I wait a few minutes and then cook the rest of the pieces. They all look weird.

Then I taste the first piece. And then I spit it out.
And then I taste the next piece. And then I spit that out too.

And then I throw it all away.

And eat cold bran flakes for dinner.

As of this moment, I still have no idea what went wrong. Its french toast, for goodness sakes.