Yesterday, I wanted toast.
The first inklings began sometime near the end of my Africa class. Little thoughts of toastletts began to run through my head. By Powers in SE Asia lecture, the thoughtlets transformed into a full on daydream. I wanted to wear a great skirt and make smiley-face toast in my toaster. I dreamt of this skirt wearing and toast making. I doodled pictures of toast and toasters (with sun shining on them) in my notebook.
When I got home, I threw the stuff in the bread machine. (clearly, you can't have toast without bread)
And this morning, I had toast. With cinnamon and sugar, no less.
I wasn't disappointed.