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I went to the post office today at lunch to get some stamps for our company Christmas cards, and because it’s that time of year, there was a line to the door. I don’t like standing in line, but it does give you time to watch other people. Two things I saw today struck me as interesting.

• Thing 1 - The grody grizzly bear-wannabe guy who was two spots ahead of me in line had a pocket on his hat. Why?
• Thing 2 - An old guy who apparently had some sort of OCD. He had bought some stamps for his own Christmas cards, and took them over to a side table to apply them to the envelopes. He would put a stamp on, then take a wadded up handkerchief and spend a good 60-90 seconds pushing on the stamp, like he was trying to get out air bubbles from underneath of it or making sure it was stuck securely to the paper. He did this about four or five times, and it was one of the stranger things I’ve seen in awhile. I was half-tempted to go ask him about it, but I didn’t want to lose my spot in line.

I woke up Sunday morning wanting French toast pretty badly. I’d never made French toast before, so as I am known to do from time to time, I got on the internet. I found a simple recipe within a minute or so, and set to work making my early morning treat.

I don’t know what I did, but it was pretty awful French toast. I think there was too much milk in it (even though I followed the recipe) because it was really, really soggy in the middle. I choked a bit of it down and just got rid of the rest and had some Cheddar Jack Cheez-Its instead. Very disappointing.

So, readers, how the hell do I make good French toast? Submit your recipes and any other tips in the comment area below so that everyone can benefit.

EDIT: By the way, I forgot to mention I brought this up because of the snow that’s incoming tonight. It seems like anytime there is a decent amount of snow coming, people go ga-ga over French toast. Don’t believe me? Look at what they’re buying when people rush to the store: milk, bread, eggs. Throw some syrup in there and that’s a breakfast.