Ah, February… the most romantic month of the year. I think romance comes in many forms. Perhaps it comes when your partner does a household chore, randomly, when it’s typically your responsibility. Maybe it’s when your best friend, who lives a few hours away, sends you a text saying they miss you. It’s not always about chocolate and flowers (although don’t get me wrong, I love that too). I’m the one who makes 98% of the meals in our home so for me, so when my husband voluntarily makes breakfast on the weekend, I feel like I’ve been swept off …
French Toast
