When we were sick my mom used to make us buttered toast with cinnamon and sugar topping. It was a special treat. I remember on typical breakfast days we’d have toast with butter and jam, but when we felt terrible? The most delicious treat of cinnamon sugar toast. It smelled heavenly, even through the worst gross feeling, and tasted like goodness. I’m sure part of that was mom taking care of me when I felt like death but either way…heavenly toast.

She’d also give us a mixture of orange juice and ginger ale but that one feels like a harder sell as a sign of warm, motherly love. C’est la vie.

Good talk.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “toast.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!