I vow never to cook again without my reading glasses. This morning I made French Toast for my family, which I always make with cinnamon. I thought I’d found the cinnamon, but unbeknownst to me I had actually grabbed the cumin. I poured the cumin on the French toast, and Russ and our daughter ate a couple of bites and said it was good. When they said it tastes different today, I looked at the label and discovered my mistake. Yuk!
But I think it’s adorable how they both acted at first like the food was so good.