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Dec. 19th, 2008
French Toast Emergency!
Dec. 19th, 2008 02:09 pmYes, we're in the midst of a full blown French Toast Emergency.
The first few flakes of snow are falling. The radio is telling us to expect 8 to 12 inches of snow over the next 24 hours. And that means New Englanders everywhere are seized with a crazed, irrational desire to purchase large quantities of milk, bread, butter and eggs. Some twisted scrap of DNA, latent race memory or mass hypnotic suggestion drives the populace. We shall all be safe, goes the little voice, so long as we cook up plenty of French toast.
This morning the first signs of rationing were visible, with customers in major super markets limited to two gallons of milk. One of our local convenience shops had a hand-lettered sign reading "NO EGGS" (punctuated with a little drawing of a cracked egg for some reason). As of 14.45 EST I doubt there is a slice of bread to be had anywhere in Middlesex county.
Snow has picked up dramatically since I started writing this, and the phone has just now rung with an automated message from the town declaring a snow emergency until tomorrow morning. Nothing to do but sit and wait things out.
And yes, eat French toast.
The first few flakes of snow are falling. The radio is telling us to expect 8 to 12 inches of snow over the next 24 hours. And that means New Englanders everywhere are seized with a crazed, irrational desire to purchase large quantities of milk, bread, butter and eggs. Some twisted scrap of DNA, latent race memory or mass hypnotic suggestion drives the populace. We shall all be safe, goes the little voice, so long as we cook up plenty of French toast.
This morning the first signs of rationing were visible, with customers in major super markets limited to two gallons of milk. One of our local convenience shops had a hand-lettered sign reading "NO EGGS" (punctuated with a little drawing of a cracked egg for some reason). As of 14.45 EST I doubt there is a slice of bread to be had anywhere in Middlesex county.
Snow has picked up dramatically since I started writing this, and the phone has just now rung with an automated message from the town declaring a snow emergency until tomorrow morning. Nothing to do but sit and wait things out.
And yes, eat French toast.