pain perdu

or, as we say in american, french toast

i was going to trash some old bread, but to malaka’s aghast face i said, “fine. french toast it is.” so i made the custard the night before. but when i went to make the toast in the morning, i found the bread to be covered in mold. gross. but no sweat. i just put some fresh bread in a toaster to dehydrate it & proceeded as usual. & it was TROP. BON.