Toast was not a childhood memory for me as I grew up on a ranch in Montana where we had no electricity. So hot baking powder biscuits was the breakfast bread on our table.
But, for some reason, I woke up this morning craving cinnamon toast. Now I haven't had cinnamon toast since my children were small. But I do remember that they always thought it was such a special treat.
So I unveiled the toaster, softened some REAL butter, set out the sugar and cinnamon.
What a sweet treat it was along with some strong, black coffee.
I think we sometimes forget what small things can bring us joy and sweet memories.
How long since you have had cinnamon toast?