…’I will want french toast in the morning.’ And so I made challah (a challah?). But I sort of forgot to take lots of photos to choose from, so this post is more a tour of my tiny kitchen (so you can see what I’m working in most of the time) than a tour of making a challah (a challah?).
My kitchen is tiny. Seriously.
(a) That’s all the counterspace I have and it didn’t even come with the apartment. I have to stand in between the counter and the fridge to work (since I don’t keep a person-sized scale in the house, it’s one of the ways in which I keep track of my weight – as long as I can fit in there, I’m fine). But I’ve gotten used to it, and it’s cozy. Plus, (b) my apartment came equipped with a very convenient rising shelf (please to be disregarding the cat bed above it).
But back to the matter at hand. I wanted french toast. So I made challah.
And then this morning, I had yummy, yummy french toast.