A Fish Aficionado
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
Okay the guy AND the girl who are making my eggs at the chow hall are both lowkey flirting with me
Okay the guy AND the girl who are making my eggs at the chow hall are both lowkey flirting with me
People were watching her make eggs / pancakes at the grill and she was like "y'all are making me feel weird" and then she pointed to me and was like "except for you, cause I'm used to women staring at me"
Dude made me French toast last time I was there and it was the best French toast I've ever had, and so he asked me how it was and I told him it was awesome, and then he smiled and was like "thanks so much for kissing my ass" and was just v cute
Ugh
Elsewhere on Chef Age Forums, otherwise known as NeoCAFPeople were watching her make eggs / pancakes at the grill and she was like "y'all are making me feel weird" and then she pointed to me and was like "except for you, cause I'm used to women staring at me"
Dude made me French toast last time I was there and it was the best French toast I've ever had, and so he asked me how it was and I told him it was awesome, and then he smiled and was like "thanks so much for kissing my ass" and was just v cute
Ugh
Okay the guy AND the girl who are making my eggs at the chow hall are both lowkey flirting with me
Hey man I got nothing else to do at 3 AM on Thursday night
Time-zones continue to freak me out. Here it is 9 o'çlock... another Friday morning at the office.
Now I want french toast. One slice of french toast made with cinnamon swirl bread and two slices with San Francisco sourdough bread.
But I already had dinner half an hour ago and everyone else in the house is asleep. Grrr. I think I'll text my boyfriend so he can have it ready for me when I wake up tomorrow.
Elsewhere on Chef Age Forums, otherwise known as NeoCAF
A man sits at his desk, having just returned from his grueling job in the kitchen. "Man," he says, writing to his internet friends. "I sure can make some dope ass french toast." Suddenly, he remembers the girl. "But hers," he thinks to himself, typing the words on his mind, "hers was made special. And today... today she noticed."
He waits a moment. Surely, his friends will congratulate on him on his job well done. They are all, after all, just as thirsty as him.
F5. Nothing.
F5. A post.
"You son a bitch," the post reads. "I know we work in the same place. I saw the toast you made. Stay away from my woman. You may need the tools of your trade to win her heart, but I can win her over with my natural charms alone. My God given eyes are all I need, and today, I told her she can stare at me all she wants. And I'll stare right back."
Enraged, the man thinks to himself that the next time, his french toast will be so bomb that nobody will be able to resist. Not even the richest, most famous woman in the world would be able to turn down the rich, creamy elegance of his doughy delicacy.
"We'll see about that," he types, leaning back in his chair and smiling with confidence.
French toast is literally the best food and I have it on my birthday every year.
I can't stand powdered sugar. It makes me cough and doesn't taste sugary enough for me. I need the grain, the texture.
With that said, I have two more hours at the home office before I depart to confront the EVIL TAX MAN, so I may break down later and get some chocolate con churros so I don't feel like shit for a few minutes.
I can't stand powdered sugar. It makes me cough and doesn't taste sugary enough for me. I need the grain, the texture.
With that said, I have two more hours at the home office before I depart to confront the EVIL TAX MAN, so I may break down later and get some chocolate con churros so I don't feel like shit for a few minutes.
How's he going to know you want raspberries if you don't send the message?I like the silty texture. French toast is already plenty sweet, especially with syrup or fruit, so it's just a looks and texture thing.
Also that picture is a prime example of someone who should be using a bidet.
Also boyfriend knows I need french toast now so everything should be fine magically when I wake up because he's way too nice
Why is Justin a nerdy name?
Why is Justin a nerdy name?
\Drought.Should bidets be considered a basic human necessity by the UN?
y/y
How's he going to know you want raspberries if you don't send the message?
he's just jelly
It's not. He is just sad that Justin snatched you away in front of him.
This sounds like something someone named Justin would sayIt's not. He is just sad that Justin snatched you away in front of him.
That was a weird dream.oh no! it's just like that dream he had where we were in high school sitting at the lunch table and I told him to stop talking to me and got up and walked away! :O
This sounds like something someone named Justin would say[ /QUOTE]
Nonsense!
*continues making French toast with raspberries*
this is a loaded question and although I appreciate how observant you all are I'm perfectly capable of finishing my thoughts and not forgetting to send messages I've written.
It's actually not true. I forget to send things all the time. Gets me into all sorts of trouble. It especially happens when I'm trying to do multiple things at once or talk to multiple people at the same time, I pause one conversation and forget to ever pick it back up.
Elsewhere on Chef Age Forums, otherwise known as NeoCAF
A man sits at his desk, having just returned from his grueling job in the kitchen. "Man," he says, writing to his internet friends. "I sure can make some dope ass french toast." Suddenly, he remembers the girl. "But hers," he thinks to himself, typing the words on his mind, "hers was made special. And today... today she noticed."
He waits a moment. Surely, his friends will congratulate on him on his job well done. They are all, after all, just as thirsty as him.
F5. Nothing.
F5. A post.
"You son a bitch," the post reads. "I know we work in the same place. I saw the toast you made. Stay away from my woman. You may need the tools of your trade to win her heart, but I can win her over with my natural charms alone. My God given eyes are all I need, and today, I told her she can stare at me all she wants. And I'll stare right back."
Enraged, the man thinks to himself that the next time, his french toast will be so bomb that nobody will be able to resist. Not even the richest, most famous woman in the world would be able to turn down the rich, creamy elegance of his doughy delicacy.
"We'll see about that," he types, leaning back in his chair and smiling with confidence.